Week 5

[foundationmods]

With the Studio in shambles, it seems odd that the game would continue on. You would think that forces from site 4 would drop in and extract people, right? But no, not a peep is heard from them. The game continues on as it has for all the previous weeks, and there is no sign of it stopping.

The weather certainly matches the mood, though. By Monday morning, a light rain will start to fall, making the area damp and gloomy. People can go outside if they so wish, but they might want to don some raincoats and rain boots.

With power off at the studio, it is safe to assume that no cameras are on there. But what about the rest of the house? Will surveillance continue there? And what is everyone going to do about this balancing act of 'survive' and 'convince everyone you should be allowed to live'? How long will it be before everyone cracks from the pressure?


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[prayerwheel]

[ This all happens in a startlingly fast amount of time that will surely be seen by the many forum-goers watching and slowed-down and set to dramatic music, because that's how Azura perceives it as happening. The cake takes approximately 20 years to fall to the floor and her hands can't move at all during that period. ]

I, ah....

[ .....................................nora's gonna have to be the one to break the silence because azura's not saying shit ]

[houndumb]

[Well, now they're both pretty much covered in frosting at least from fingertip to elbow and sure, this is a great bit of footage. Nora isn't even thinking about that because he's busy just. Deadeyeing the cake on the ground. Somewhere in the dead silence he automatically licks some frosting off because frosting is frosting and there's too much going on for his brain to bother processing that part.

Also, he looks at Azura, then down at the floor. Then back at Azura.]

... Why're you bakin' cakes.

[THIS THING IS TOTALLY ALL YOUR FAULT!!!]

[prayerwheel]

I didn't bake it!

[ GONNA JUST, GO AND GET SOME PAPER TOWELS. ]

[houndumb]

Where did it come from, then.

[Just side-eyeing her the whole way to the paper towels before he peers into the fridge at the rest of the cake, which is now definitely flopping all over and just says something like RATS. Hm.]

An' why are there rats on it.

[prayerwheel]

The house made it! It just appeared in the kitchen after I--

[ ...........oh my god nora you're so fucking stupid she loves you ]

The house wanted to show its appreciation for the rats in its basement? I don't know.

[houndumb]

... I don't wanna fucking think about what the-- the rats in the basement are doing!!!

[It's possible he willfully misunderstood at least some part of this out of self-preservation but ON THE OTHER (LITERAL) HAND Azura please think about what you're saying and about what they know lives in the basement, even though at this point in the timeline they haven't met them in person yet.

Please. Spare both of them.]

[prayerwheel]

[ don't judge otete like that fyre ]

Well--neither do I! You see me trying to hide this cake, don't you?

[houndumb]

[I ain't judging but NORA SURE IS.]

An' you're doing a totally shitty job of it?? How long you been faffing around at the fridge, half the stuff in here's probably meltin'!

[Never mind that she's using the regular fridge and not the freezer?? PLS??



He crouches gingerly and prods at the splatted cake, being careful to avoid the frosted word like the plague. All things considered it's probably not far off......]