Day 3

[pandatrash]

[The night passes uneventfully, with no obvious signs of violence committed by... well, anyone. You can take a look around you, and all the familiar faces seem to be there. You check your tablet. It’s looking slicker and more functional than before... but more importantly, everyone is marked "ALIVE." Soon the morning announcement rings out, making it official:]

CONGRATULATIONS, BITCHES! You didn't do a murder!

[But… keep looking at those tablets, and you'll find that the profile cards aren't the only new addition. You can now view the rules, which seem to have a new addition, and there's a strange new app as well...]

((Characters can also continue to visit the new areas to the setting, found by some of the exploring groups during the night, as they please.))

Comments

[theyregooddogs]

I went exploring last night, and I came across it. Dazai seems like he would be less tolerable during forced sobriety, so I considered it a public service.

[purrtagonist]

[ha]

He got really sick from withdrawal on us. The raccoons would only give us enough medicine for one round of treatment, and without more--

[he snaps his mouth shut]

Well, anyway. I hate to say it, but you're probably right.

[theyregooddogs]

Most people do. [on the will being right part]

Without more, what?

[purrtagonist]

Valium.

[rubs the back of his neck]

For the delirium, and other withdrawal symptoms. We got. . . one pill.

[from the raccoon's tongue, and it was gross]

[theyregooddogs]

Again, are you surprised? A pattern has been established.

[purrtagonist]

[his expression hardens]

Again, not surprised. Just angry.

[he's allowed!!]

[theyregooddogs]

[glancing off with a sigh]

Right. One less reason to deal with them, at least.

[and taking the strong cue to leave now, bye akira]

[purrtagonist]

[WHOOPS, that's sudden!]

Ah-- thanks!

[calling after him as he goes, but not actively trying to stop him]