Week 4

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It finally happened. Someone murdered, and was punished for it. After a particularly grueling trial, one much worse than the games ever were, everyone definitely needed the rest of the weekend to rest up. But now it is Monday once more, and that means it is time to get back to 'work'.

The cameras have moved again, and the contestants will need to be careful where they say what until their new locations have been revealed. In addition to that, the house itself seems to have changed, with its usual colorful appearance suddenly a bit more grey. Even the weather seems to be gloomy, with those storm clouds from last week starting to overcast the area, threatening to drop rain.

Seventeen contestants remain in this game of death. How many more will fall before the game is over? And how many more will be driven to murder?


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[overconfidant]

[Akira peeks over the edge of the roof, blinking down at her.]

I gave fair warning! Fuck. It didn't hit you, did it?!

[allmyfriendsaredead]

I'm fine!

[Let her just- catch her breath here--]

What are you doing?

[It's honestly more alarmed than angry. She's still too confused to be angry.]

[overconfidant]

They left a Keurig on my bed, Saki, it had to be done.

[He says to someone that could have destroyed it with her mind and without giving anyone a heart attack.]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[She sure could have!!]

So you had to throw it from the top of the roof?

[Ah, there's the sounds of incredulity sneaking in. She's finally getting back to her feet, circling around the pile to get a good look at the wreck.]

[overconfidant]

Exactly!

[He hears the incredulity, he just chooses to ignore it.]

The love of all true and good coffee compelled me to act.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[If she weren't busy using her cantus to pick up all the pieces, she'd be giving you such a Look right now, Akira.]

And I was about to give you those coffee beans, too.

[Betrayal.]

[overconfidant]

[He stands by his stupid and dangerous decision. He's 19, Saki, let him do this shit while he can still defend himself with being a teenager.]

Wait, what coffee beans?

[You have his attention.]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[The pieces float into the air, as though caught in a plastic bag. Sorry Akira, she's heading back into the house.

She'll still call out so he can hear, however:]

Sandalphon's. I got a package of them this week.

[And in she goes!]

[overconfidant]

Wha- Saki! Don't you fucking bacon me!

[Guess Akira is parkouring down off the fucking roof to chase her into the house.]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[She's easy to find at least; she's just taking the trash to the garbage can in the kitchen. That said, there's a white package tied off with green that looks ruffled from the previous unwrapping, and once she's dumped the pieces of the Keurig (RIP) she just turns to look at him before nodding at the present.]

In there.

[She might have in fact been trying to look for him in the first place.]