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.]

Comments

[guileturncoat]

[Inaba no he has bruises there! He's just going to let out a pained wheeze.]

...yeah I deserved that.

[dereban]

[ TOO FUCKING BAD SHE DOESN'T CARE and he definitely deserves that and anybody who says otherwise can yell at her about it. ]

This, on the other hand is because you're alive.

[ she isn't actually a touchy-feely person like Iori was. but she can at least do a brief wrap around the shoulder as a hug before she pulls away. ]

I was going to be real mad if you were actually dead, dumbass. I still haven't learned enough about you yet.

[guileturncoat]

[Even a quick hug is completely unexpected, and Dazai's eyes go wide.]

Uh...wow. Thanks?

And yeah, there's no way something like that would kill me.

[dereban]

. . . You're welcome.

[ spoken nonchalantly. ]

Ah, I see. Guess it really wouldn't, Suzumiya-san.

[ he has a new nickname.

rejoice???? ]

[guileturncoat]

Wow no, that name is so inaccurate. I'm not an unknowing god.

[dereban]

Sasaki, then.