Day 6 - Final discussion before the second execution

[pandatrash]

[This morning, a video of Tycoon auto-plays on everyone's tablets. He is in a dimly lit room, and seems to be eating pudding out of a bicycle horn...? Whatever, the raccoons are weird.]

Today’s the day! Are you pumped up? Psyched out? Pissed off? Done in? Hehehehe!

Everybody better vote today for who you want to be PUNISHED! If you don't vote by the time the timer reaches zero, your vote will be randomized! Just like it now says in the rules!

I, Tycoon (only Tycoon), will still answer one question per person if you haven’t cashed yours in yet! Rule clarifications are free, by the way! Also, quit freaking out about the people who are off crying in their rooms or whatever! You already have all the alibis you need to solve the mystery!

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[locktouching]

[Niles has wandered off from everyone and is in the kitchen. Cooking up a plate of... well, it's so covered in sauce that one can't tell what he's making. And he just keeps adding more sauce.]

[cluelesscavewoman]

[Just causally walks in. With wet clothes, fish and a spear. She's cooking this thing now-

Oh, it's the confusing guy again.]

...Have they finished their debate?

[locktouching]

It seems they've made up their minds.

[Picks up a fork and takes a bite of the omelette dripping with sauce. Then dumps more sauce on it.]

[cluelesscavewoman]

Judge, that is good. [Just going to clean that fish up and toss it in the pan.]

...You should use that one. It is the best one. [Points at the barbecue sauce.]

[locktouching]

[Samples some of it off of his fingertip. ...A little too slowly and noisily. But he decides it's good and pours a large amount of it on as well.]

Not bad.

[cluelesscavewoman]

Judge! [He gets the most enthusiastic nod. Nothing strange here.]

What did they decide on?

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Prepping your last meal?

[locktouching]

Perhaps. I've already spent most of my life thinking each scrap of food was my last.

[Takes a small bite.]

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

Seems rather anti-climactic. I would have at least requested a steak.

[locktouching]

Aww. Guess you'll have to get your climaxes somewhere else.

[blueeyeswaifudragon]

You're not.

[purrtagonist]

[hanging out in the doorway, arms folded, shoulder resting against the frame]

. . . is that it?

[locktouching]

You sound disappointed.

[Stiiiiill adding sauce. His omelette is swimming in sauces.]

[purrtagonist]

[SO MUCH SAUCE. . .]

[a sharp exhale, almost a wry laugh]

Only that someone gave into temptation and killed Sigma the other night.

[locktouching]

[Finishes pouring out a bottle of sauce, ignoring his statement for a long moment. Then he steps closer to Akira, very close, half-trapping him against a counter with one hand gripping the edge of it, while he slowly licks sauce off of the thumb of his other hand. Akira could easily slip away on that side if he wants.]

You really want to discuss temptation? Shall I teach you a thing or two about real temptation? Right here in the kitchen?

[purrtagonist]

[NILES!!!]

[Akira bristles, hackles raising, and slips to the side to escape that semi-kabedon immediately. he's still tense, even when he's back to standing in open space]

. . . I'll pass, thanks.

[he'd come up with something wittier in response, but. the mood doesn't call for it]

[suppressthedark]

[Hi, Niles. Ichigo is going to walk in, still looking like he needs a good nap.]

...Think that's enough sauce?

[locktouching]

No.

[He's about to empty this whole bottle.]

[suppressthedark]

[Normally he'd bitch, but...considering what's likely to happen tomorrow...

He just walks past Niles, opening up the freezer and taking some of the ice cream that it's literally crammed full of.]

...Want any?

[Since, you know. He's indulging himself.]

[locktouching]

Hm? ...Sure, why not.

[Niles grabs a few bottles of chocolate and berry sauces to dose his serving with. Then he gets an empty bowl out of the cupboard to pass to Ichigo.]

[The bowl slips from his hand just before he can pass it over and it shatters on the floor. Niles just looks stunned at the mess.]

[suppressthedark]

[Oh - Well, shit. His reactions weren't fast enough, being so sleep deprived - and now there's broken bowl shards everywhere.]

Ah - oh well. I'll go get a broom and and dustpan.

[He does just that, quickly sweeping up the shards that he can see, even though he's sure there are more lurking in the corners of the room.

As he works, a part of him wonders if Niles is...panicking. He seemed so calm when Ichigo walked in...but he has to know by now that a lot of people suspect him of killing Sigma.]

...Are you -

[Before he finishes his sentence, he cuts himself off. No, he shouldn't ask.]

[chosemyfate]

[Feeling very responsible for this, in Corrin's own logic and reasoning... He was hesitant to approach him, but eventually realized that'd do neither of them any good.

He's quietly coming up beside him. ]

Niles...

[locktouching]

[No response, just eating bites of his overly-sauced omelette.]

[chosemyfate]

[The silence is very troubling... He was already nervous and he's even more so.]

...I'm sorry. I feel very responsible for this and you're caught up in it now. [wondering if it'd be any bit of comfort for Niles or if it'd do no good, Corrin is carefully attempting to reach for the hand not occupied with eating the omelette. ]

[locktouching]

[Flinches and pulls his hand away.]

I knew I shouldn't have trusted you... or anyone...