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

[visionem]

Were they that terrible? It was satisfying to crush mine. [ No one can navigate Alcor's moods even himself. ]

Maybe a spicy dish as well, such as gumbo...

[houndumb]

You just like crunching things, that's different from actually tasting 'em??

[He will not deny that crushing everything is kind of satisfying, though, he just does it with his fists instead and he will defend that and rampant pyromania to the grave. That's not a death flag.]

Not TOO spicy though. I gotta be able to taste things after I'm done.

[Instead of, you know, burning off all his tastebuds. He's not actually that good with spicy food.]

[visionem]

But crunching is a part of mastication.

[ Nodding, though. ]

I will make it mild, and pair it with something appropriate. Baked Potato soup-ah it has bacon, before you ask.

[houndumb]

So's actually tasting the thing, and then you gotta actually eat it. Unless you're tellin' me you do that with the floaty thing, too.

[I mean. It's not out of the realm of possibility but still. Deadeyeing a little bit here.]

Hmmm. Yeah, I think that'll work, AND send me right off to sleep, I swear.

[Has he conked out while/after eating a few times by now, absent-minded recollection says PROBABLY YES. Food comas are real for all species.]

[visionem]

I do not, eating is not necessary for me under normal circumstances.

[ Smiling wryly, he was just trollin. ]

I will get started in a bit, then.

[ After there's an exploding green member and after he's made sure Moriarty has fresh water. Guess today is a day of dog sitting. ]