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thefoundation2019-07-14 10:01 pm
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Week 4
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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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?
Navigation | Dazai's PCs | Locations | confessions camera | PC post | IC rules

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Which...causes him to start whining pretty loudly and pant, because, you know, summer day in a hot tub with wet fur.]
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Relax, I was going to pull him out.
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And I know you know I know, because you know what I'd do if I didn't know.
Instead of this.
[Akira whips out his water gun and sprays Vanitas point blank.]
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[Though Leo's already moving to help Moridoggo. They had a nice thing going earlier!]
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Hey, asshole, you ain't supposed to boil dogs-- ARGH!!
[So he manages to slip into the hot tub while attempting to fish out the dog because fuck his fortune cookie(s) in particular. Cue this except slightly less dramatic and considerably more stupid.]
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BECAUSE THAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW
HE'S FLYING IN THE AIR PLEASE CATCH HIM]
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Okay its time for the return of the dr. octopus tentacles which are grabbing both dogs. Moriarty is getting caught and placed down gently. Nora is getting tossed in a friendly matter towards Vanitas + Leo but uh.
He's having some problems with emotions today so just enjoyed a frustrated star chuck he def didn't mean to throw that hard oops... ]
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I was going to fish him out.
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Of course. [ Star learned sarcasm? ]
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His ears are pinned back - looking distinctly upset as he pants. THANKS, VANI.]
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Moriarty's fur is blow dried, and while he blinks - wow, it's interesting and feels like wind is going right up his nose - he's quickly dried off to fluffy cuteness once more.
Though he's still venting heat, he doesn;t look so annoyed anymore - and gives a look of thanks towards the star.]
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[Leo goes down in a heap with a sodden Nora on top of him
since we all know Leo is a bottom.]ALCOR! VANITAS! I'M GONNA PUNCH YOU BOTH!
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[Yeah, Nora's super crashlanding in a ridiculous dogpile of hot tub splashy times and wet dog smelling regrets right now. RIP Leo, forever destined to be ill-fated in dogland.]
I AIN'T A SOCCER BALL HERE, ASSHOLE.
[That one's directly at Alcor, thanks, even though it's really not a big deal because he's sturdy and it's more his brainmeats got bounced around and salted.]
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Forget pranking Dazai, we've gotta get those two now.
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Ah, I did not intend to imply you were. I am sorry, Nora. [ Brows furrowing and eyelashes fluttering. Hmm... ]
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[ That is not friendly, but he's also distracted taking care of Moriarty so he's not pushing further. ]
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