Week 4

[foundationmods]

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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[visionem]

[ A certain star shaped box is on the roof, also with book in hand. ]

[darkova]

[While patrolling Ingway notices him up there]

Lovely night, eh?

[visionem]

Indeed. The night sky is always beautiful.

[ Even when it's overcast. ]

[darkova]

I would say I'm surprised you are not with the others... But I'm not.

[visionem]

I do not see a reason to be. Undoubtedly they are different from your decision not to partake I imagine.

[darkova]

I'm sure. I'm not a fan of these kinds of games, but more importantly, someone should keep watch.

[visionem]

That is true. [ A beat. ] I do like games, but not ones of those nature. Partaking in truth or dare was satisfactory enough.

[darkova]

More interested in games where you can learn something?

[visionem]

Mostly, but not always. I also enjoy games where it is a battle of wits as well.

[darkova]

Fair enough. Are you interested in board games?

[visionem]

Yes, but my favorite game is Chess. [ A touch fondness carries through this words. ]

TEA DATE! TEA DATE!

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Hopefully, he won't mind a sudden form leaping on the roof, landing right next to him with a bottle and two cups in his hands.

Because it's Moriarty - and with a smile, he bows to Alcor like the extra fuck that he is.]

Care for a drink?

[visionem]

[ Alcor does not mind, but he does blink once or twice in surprise standing up from his seated position. ]

I would not mind, James Moriarty—I would welcome it. [ He gives a small head nod in return; someone never taught him how bowing works because he was the type of man to never bow to anyone oops. ]

But I must specify that for the time being, I will have to abstain from tea.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Ah. I see.

[HE DOES...KIND OF VISIBLY DEFLATE...but then he perks back up.]

Well then! I shall have to pester you for it later. As for now...I take it you would not mind if I drink up here with you? After all, the moon is quite beautiful.

[visionem]

Of course. [ What is social intelligence, but he does sound very grateful at the understanding. And after a moment: ]

We can have a proper tea time at a later date and with a more suitable atmosphere, I promise. While the moon is beautiful, I find the view from skyscrapers preferable to a simple rooftop.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Hmhm...it sounds absolutely wonderful. I would like that, indeed.

[After a moment, he seems to remember something - and pulls out a box with white paper and a cyan bow on it, with a tag saying 'for alcor' on it.

Quietly, he hands it over.]

I believe this belongs to you.

[Inside, there is an adorable figurine! Moriarty has definitely not even tried to open the box, so it'll be a surprise for both of them.]

[visionem]

Then it is settled.

[ Oh! He knows what these boxes mean, he's received enough of them himself and even gotten a Cerberus plush from one of them. ]

Ah—thank you. [ He's quiet for a second because he's not sure he wants the reminder right now but...may as well. Unwrapping the box and breaking into the brightest smile anyone has seen. ]

...he is wonderful, even like this. [ Please hold star is having a sparkle explosion. ]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Hm? You know who the figurine portrays?

[He's not surprised, considering these gifts have always had something that the person who's the intended recipient wanted. Still, he's happy to see the smile on the star's face, and he nods.]

I am glad that it's pleasing to you, anyway. Though I never asked for any of the gifts, they have come in handy in spots.

[visionem]

Yes, I do. This is my Shining One. [ A beat. ] But normally he is much larger than this.

[ He's staring lovingly at this figure for a while sorry Moriarty. ]

Material possessions are not something I often keep. But it seems I am beginning to collect them here...

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Think about another man, he sees how it is -

No, truthfully, he's happy to see alcor happy. They all have people they care for, back in their worlds - And even if it is just a plastic facimile, he has that at the very least.]

It's not such a bad thing, is it? Keeping things around, even if they are ultimately fleeting.

[visionem]

[ He's got a wandering sparkly eye. ]

It is not, no. But it is also not something I would have anticipated myself doing. [ He adjusts the figure to a more dramatic fighting pose. ]

That is true, but in that way they also mirror actual life.