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

[eldritcheyes]

Dude, it's okay! I'm sure you'll turn back eventually.

[He crouches down to scratch between Moridoggy's ears.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He growls - but then abruptly stops as the fingers scratch between his ears, tilting his head into it after a moment.

Okay, no, that feels really nice.]

[eldritcheyes]

See, there's good things about this. If I could trade with you, I would. You'd probably come up with a better question for the cookie I got.

[Scritch, scritch, scritch.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He now gets why dogs love pats - he's basically fucking melting under the touch, almost leaning into Leo at this point.

This is? the best?]

[eldritcheyes]

I think it would be kinda weird to give you a belly rub. But you look pretty happy right now, so yeah it's definitely not all bad.

[And this is good mental therapy for Leo, too.]

[hatesdeerstalkers]

[He's sllllowly starting to go low to the ground, so a flop on the ground might not be far off, honestly.

His back paw twitches a little as the pettings continue, aw yiss.]

[eldritcheyes]

... who's a good boy? Yeah, you're a good boy!

[Yes, right now the Napoleon of Crime is a Very Good Boy. The scritching and head rubs shall continue!]