Week 4, Saturday

[foundationmods]

[As everyone files into the studio once more, they will be invited up on stage instead of to their audience seats as they normally are. On the far left of the stage is a set of 16 chairs, one for each living contestant, arranged in two rows of 8. On the right is a podium for Dazai to stand at, and in the center is a big board with spaces and numbers on it.

Once everyone gets settled in, it's time for the game.]

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[houndumb]

[Nora's actually on his knees now; he'd dropped the gun somewhere between the shot just sinking into Schroedinger's Star and everything else that just happened, the whiplash of going from life to fucking teleporting assholes to the sudden blinding combination of explosive heat and sound to... whatever the hell this is.

There's a blink or two where he just sort of stares at where Dazai and the supernova last was, a start when finally all his thought processes start firing again or -- or at least moving again. He's always moved before thinking, though, so.

Guess who's already halfway out the door running for the studio after a quick glance around. Bye.]

[duskhound]

[Yeah, Ellie's giving chase. Let us go to the studio together.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[YOU TOO?!?!]