[continue + 2] week 1 || act: investigate

[foundationmods]

[Everything is still, silent, and dark - just like it should be.

Friday comes, and there is no angry captain waking you up, no crowd of people.

But there is still, undeniably...

a feeling of foreboding.

You know what this is.

One of your own...has perished.

At the hands of one of you.]

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[moonlightalter]

[His whole body hurts. He ate so, so much cake, and he doesn't have tiger metabolism to help him digest faster. He is uncomfortably full and has a stomachache.

And yet, as he lays there on the ground, he is smiling.

Totally worth it.

(He'll process the part about someone being dead once he recovers from his sugar-coma.)]

[justonezero]

...So you ate it, huh?

[finalring]

[ in a low whisper ]

It's impressive. If not terrifying.

[justonezero]

I guess he still has a big appetite even without his powers...

[moonlightalter]

Some of it. There was so much...

[He got maybe a few slices in before it was Too Much.]

[dereban]

[Ah.]

. . . Does anybody want to help me carry Cakesushi back into the room?

[...]

He might also need a bath.

[Because frosting.]

[moonlightalter]

[No baths, only sleep.]

[dereban]

[YOU ARE TAKING A BATH ONCE YOU WAKE UP, YOUNG MAN OR SO HELP ME]

[lovecolored]

[ ............ ]

The cake was real good, wasn't it?

[ no regrets ]

[moonlightalter]

It was amazing.

[No regrets at all.]