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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Comments

[dereban]

[ after the events of the so called 'game', the cookie seems to crack and it's enough for her to panic.

goddamn it. she was going to save the cookies for an emergency, just as she'd done back in the Hotel but guess she just doesn't have that luck today. so when her sight goes out she can't help but frown, pinching the bridge of her nose as she tries to navigate the building.

she has a hand on the wall to steady herself but she might just bump into someone. maybe that someone is you?

after the blindness has stopped, she decides to relax at the edge of the pool, staring at the sky with a listless look in her eyes but she's also. . . just a little tearful. ]

me

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Karen gracefully evades the approaching Inaba and sets a hand on hers.]

^{Be careful.}

[...she still has helium voice.]

Re: me

[dereban]

Oh-

[ she stops but doesn't turn because she knows she can't see. ]

Sorry. . . that's- Karen, right?

[oceanicbutterfly]

^{...yes, it's me.}

[Strange reaction...]

^{Inaba-san, what's wrong?}

[dereban]

I can't see. It's probably the fortune cookie's effect. . . it shouldn't last too long, though.

[oceanicbutterfly]

^{Do you need help? Where are you trying to get to?}

[She doesn't want to just Decide She's Helping Now, but...]

[dereban]

Might need help-- just. Somewhere to sit, really. Until this wears off.

[oceanicbutterfly]

^{Just a chair? Or would you rather lie down?}

[Either way the common room seems like a good option.]

[dereban]

Lying down would probably be the better choice.

[scarsnstripes]

[Atsushi's still stuck as a cat for several hours yet-- it's because of that he's at a very good angle while walking across the deck to see Inaba's expression right now, and in a good form to smell the salt of her tears when he gets closer.

He can't comfort her like a human would while stuck like this, but he can patter up to her, rubbing himself up against one of her hands with a 'mrrt'.]

[dereban]

Geez. . .

[ this is admittedly kind of cute and she wonders if he was actually worried about her. ]

You don't have to be so worried. I'm not sad.

[scarsnstripes]

[The way his tail twitches slowly behind him, the oddly blank expression on his kitty face-- both of those seem to say 'doubt' right now.

Instead he nudges her hand once more before leaping lightly into her lap. He's small, but he's very soft and warm.]

[dereban]

Honestly, you really should learn some morse code if they're going to turn you into a cat like this ever again.

[ there's a bit of a frown, especially after seeing the doubt in his expression. ]

But I'm really fine! Geez. [ thankfully they're in the pool, which means that there's only cameras but no audio. but he is getting some pets, sniffling a little. ] I was just crying a little because while I'm scared-- I'm so lucky. I took three of the cookies and I managed to get through it unscathed. What did I do to deserve to be this lucky?

[ she doesn't deserve it at all, she feels. ]