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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Comments

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Hm? You speak as if you have suspicions already, Silver.

[iblistriggered]

[a wry, humorless smile;] I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Hahaha.

[He laughs, though he's also a little quiet.]

Should I worry about you, instead?

[iblistriggered]

You know me better than that, Mori. I'd have to kill someone and get away with it. [his tone implies that the likelihood of that happening is about the same as Moriarty spontaneously turning into a flying cactus]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I do! But I was speaking more of...you potentially becoming a victim, you see.

[He looks sad at the thought - and he also sounds rather concerned.]

[iblistriggered]

[he gives a small smile, this one a bit more genuine] Well. I can promise you I wouldn't go down without a fight.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

While that is good...I would prefer you not going down at all.

[He looks serious at that - before reaching out to pat his head.]

You are quite the rare existence, after all.

[iblistriggered]

[he grumbles a little at being patted]

I'm really nothing special....

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...In your eyes, perhaps.

[He looks fond, before drawing his hand away.]

But I happen to think differently.

[iblistriggered]

[Silver is still pretty depressed, and he just looks away, mumbling something about Moriarty needing his eyes checked]

[eldritcheyes]

[Leo's been quiet through the motive announcement and all the talk, and he stays silent even then, but he tenses and grits his teeth. If anybody touches Silver....]