Week 5, Saturday

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[Saturday arrives, and the contestants are welcomed back to the Studio officially at noon. When they arrive, they ill find that the entire place has been rebuilt, and that both the power and the cameras are back on. It took a week, but those prinnies have been working hard.

The studio is ready for them, with the stage having a raised circular platform on it. On that platform are twelve smaller circular platforms, arranged in a semi-circle so that everyone can see everyone and also be seen by the cameras once they are in place. There appear to be no assigned spots, but only one person is able to enter each spot.

Dazai stands there as well, smiling and ushering everyone in.]

Come on in! Pick a platform, and we'll get started.

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[There’s an involuntary snort over here because Nora has been doing nothing if not trapping Doezai every single time he’s seen him at his office so. There’s a cock of his head as he listens with his dog demon hearing for crunching or screaming or anything, because there’s probably like 6 people at the trap door by now.

This guy is still getting the side eye, though.]

Yeah, yeah, you pop up outta nowhere and go on and on, who the hell are you again?

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[No crunching, no screaming. Dazai is probably fine.]

Just a passerby, nothing more.

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[Just going to stomp over as he attempts to walk off I guess.]

Yeah?? Well I’ve never fucking seen you before and aren’t they supposed to shoot anybody else tryin’ to come here.

[Once more with feeling and his lance pointed.]

Who the hell are you.

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[He pauses just before leaving the studio.]

That right there? That's an interesting question. I wonder what the answer is.

[But then he's gone. Bye everyone.]

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Ughhhh, I HATE PEOPLE WHO TALK LIKE YOU!!!

[Like, seriously, why this. He's left growling while Doezai flops back out and everyone is back there flailing around. And the game still isn't over. What a great Saturday, as always.]

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Nora!! [Silver hisses, then points to his own eye] Did you see anything?!

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Huh-- Shit. I forgot because I was a frog!! STUPID FROGS.

[He runs a hand over his face and growls some more, honestly.]

... He was definitely fucking magical somehow, though. He ain't a normal guy at all.

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Ugh... if we see him again, do that first!

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Fine, fine... Who the hell was that... I'm seriously tired of people just appearing out of the blue all the goddamn time, ain't this supposed to be a containment site.

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I think... that was "Mission Control".

[houndumb]

... Hah?? Why would that guy even be here.

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I'm not sure...

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[I'm going to assume they've been hiss-whispering about Mission Control because cameras are probably still rolling.]

Well, we still got the e-mails, so...

[Maybe they should e-mail corner him at some point?? DO they still have the e-mails, how does this schedule work.]

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[WHISPERING!!]

... I guess if that window opens up again, we should.