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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Memoriam, Even Later

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[Oh...

When it's completed, Moriarty blinks - and walks forward, almost as if he's in a dream, staring at one particular picture, a...complicated expression on his face. It's hard to tell exactly what it is - sorrow? Regret? Pain? - before reaching out with a gloved hand to brush his fingertips against Akechi's picture.

Then, as if he's been repremanded, he quickly draws it back.]

...

[Hearing Silver behind him, he turns around.]

I believe they would be pleased with your efforts - Silver.

[iblistriggered]

[Moriarty will probably notice that while the placement of the photos is generally random, Akechi's photos are in the middle of the board. Look, Silver was making it, and he has his biases.

Silver watches Moriarty approach, like a man sleepwalking, and a sad smile plays on his muzzle]

Do you think...? I... dunno. It's not the best thing. But it's better than nothing.

[Silver gestures to one of the flowers in the bed and uses his power to pluck a single sprig of tiny forget-me-nots on their little stem. He hands it to Moriarty]

You can tuck it in the corner of his photo.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

Yes - that much is true. It is better than nothing, or an unmarked grave.

[Still, it's a reminder of what they've lost - of regrets left behind, even though he always says that he has none.

He looks a little startled as he's handed the flowers, before quietly nodding and tucking it in, gently.]

...Are you aware of the myth that goes along with these flowers?

[iblistriggered]

No. I just know they're called "forget-me-nots". I never bothered to look up why. [he crouches down by the flowerbed, touching the various colorful blooms gently] I planted them here for the name, and because they're very delicate and beautiful... Is there a story, then...?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...There is.

[Stepping back and taking a seat on the bench, he begins to recite the story.]

On the banks of the Danube river, a pair of lovers were walking. The man of the pair noticed a bunch of flowers growing close to the river's edge - and, wanting to make his love happy, went to pick them for her.

Unfortunately, as he finished picking them...the piece of bank he was on suddenly crumbled, and he fell into the river. As the current began to carry him away, he yelled 'Forget me not!' to his lover, who helplessly watched as he was swept away from her forever.

...It is a bit of a morbid tale, but also considered romantic.

[iblistriggered]

[Silver stays on the bench next to him, listening to the story]

.... That's a depressing story. [he folds his ears] Why are so many stories about love so sad?

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...I suppose it is due to the fact that love rarely works out - at least, so I have seen.

[He gives a short, casual shrug.]

I've never had any urge to have a lover, so I am not the one to ask about romantic love.

[iblistriggered]

It must be nice, though... why else would so many people go to such lengths for it? [he looks at the photos on the board] Maybe one day I'll know. But I'm not gonna hold my breath, haha.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

...Well, personally, I find that society places too much value on romantic love - as any kind of love can make one go to many lengths. There are, after all, countless stories of mothers and fathers doing the impossible for their children, or the love friends have being strong enough to save each other.

[He looks over, and gently pats Silver on the head.]

And of that kind of love, I feel you are the most blessed out of all of us.

[iblistriggered]

[Silver leans into the pats a little, smiling sadly]

Well... I don't know about that.

[hatesdeerstalkers]

I suppose this is what they mean when they say 'you don't know what you have', hm?

[He laughs.]

Believe me, Silver. You are quite loved.

[iblistriggered]

[he laughs a bit]

I guess I'll just have to take your word for it.