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thefoundation2019-07-14 10:01 pm
foundationmods) wrote in 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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Silver suddenly starts crying again, though he keeps himself from sobbing. Instead, he laughs a little through the tears]
Haha.... you know... the last person who said they wanted to hang out with me more... he died.
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she frowns a little deeply because she has an inkling - based on who he was close to, based on the person that he mentioned earlier - who he's talking about.
nevertheless, she keeps her voice even and soft. there's perhaps a little warmth, there. ]
Mm. I. . . can't promise that I won't die at some point. [ there's no way that she could promise that with something that's just so uncertain. ] But that doesn't mean that I don't want to at least try. It's not like some sort of curse or anything like that.
If I don't at least make an attempt somehow, then what's the point? I'd just be letting them all get what they want. And I'm not going to let anything tell me how to live my goddamn life.
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I know... it's... dumb to think that it's a jinx or something, but I just... [he shakes his head] So many other people like you and rely on you, Inaba... [he looks at her, smiling a bit through his tears] You're just so cool, you know? I don't know how you manage to stay so calm all the time... I wish I could do that. [he wipes his eyes again, but the tears seem to have slacked off] ... But I'll settle for being friends and getting to know you better.
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[ she says that a little sadly, almost cooly. ]
Honestly, I couldn't tell you how I manage to do what I can either.
[ at least he's not crying anymore, a good sign, perhaps? ] And... yeah. I'd appreciate it. If you don't mind me.
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