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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

Backyard
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She doesn't even have the arrow in hand at this point, so she just pulls the bow close, like she's been caught doing wrong.]
I just--
[Ughhhh. She doesn't really want to admit to it, but there's no other way to explain it well.]
Nora said something about trying to make weapons useful even if they're weapons, so I thought that maybe arrows could be useful but-
Ugh, this was stupid.
[In summary: she has no idea what she's doing.]
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[Her voice is frustrated and a little forlorn.]
--I'm probably just not suited to it. I don't know why I'm even bothering.
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[Possibly this is where the plan was doomed to fail from the start.]
I just thought that there isn't much else you can do with a bow, so...
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She picks up one of the arrows, examining the tip.]
I could probably dull it with cantus.
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I definitely couldn't use it with poison. [Just. Vetoing that immediately.] But rope might be a good idea...