Round 3 - Day 7 Minigame

[murderstars]

 [ BEEP BEEP SO YOU THINK IT'S TIME FOR A MINIGAME. NOT QUITE YET. FIRST THERE'S SOMETHING HAPPENING TO THE TABLETS. MORE LIKE TO THE ROSTERS. EVERY SINGLE TABLET IS DISPLAYING THE ROSTERS AND SOMETHING'S GOING ON.

NAMES ARE MOVING AROUND.

MORE SPECIFICALLY, TEAM F.

WHAT'S... HAPPENING... ]



[ TEAM F DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE?

TEAM C SUDDENLY HAS A FEW NEW MEMBERS?

CHECK IT? ]

[ Suddenly, Mayhem on the screens! He opens his mouth for a speech. ]

I am the raccoon cleaning your garbage team from the rankings. I  -- 

[ FLO SMACKS HIM OVER THE HEAD. ]

 -- am going to shut up now, thank you. It's been decided that Team F is performing rather poorly, and with the low numbers of C, we're taking advantage of the chance to dilute the pool. Let's hope that this leads to a new, better horizon for everyone involved.

[ Claps her hands! ]

Now, moving forward! Today, we're feeling musically inclined, so it's time to battle things out... with our instruments! Yes, a good old Battle of the Bands. Take the chance to perform your hearts out, because who knows the next chance you'll get to express yourself

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[manuscripture]

[ oh man this is going to be Beautiful. ]

Splendid.

One more question: Do you know Simon Keyes?

I heard that he was injured gravely. Poor thing. I'm going to.. Let's say, it's dedicated to him. [ Except Rohan's lips have twitched into a too-sly smirk. ]

[trenchdoting]

W-whoa, pal! [He's startled by that, but luckily she seems to adapt quickly, so a lazy smile returns to his face.]

Heh... There you go! Easy does it!

[trenchdoting]

Actually, I got two! Old Man River and Everything's Gonna Be Alright, pal!

[ibedeadpeople]

Oh yeah, those suit you for sure! I'm looking forward to your performance!

[murderstars]

[ Jamie comes on by with a reluctant look on his face and a collar in his hand. He peers through the bars. ]

Ready to be sprung?

[butterfliesinmystomach]

[I SEE MOVEMENT!!]

Sprung? You're letting me out? I want out.

[butterfliesinmystomach]

Not too much passion.

[Jangle jangle.]

[ibedeadpeople]

Ohh, smart thinking. So what, surf rock about boat insurance? Or death metal for life insurance? We could all wear beards and Viking helmets for Odin's namesake, and have Bargie be the 6-legged horse!

[murderstars]

See this? [ Holds up the collar. ] It'll hurt you if you try to eat anyone else. Okay? That's why you get out.

[butterfliesinmystomach]

[Eat anyone else...?

She's only tried to eat meat, hasn't she?

She's so hungry. She wants food.

But she's also giving him the flattest look when he's holding something up, see this? Is he trying to be funny?]

I'm blind.

[darkestdarkness]

[ realizes this and starts swaying himself left and right. ]

I sense a creature within you. Your heart is swath within a cloak of true darkness, one that fears no man.

[butterfliesinmystomach]

...Huh?

[murderstars]

...

Sorry.

[ He genuinely sounds apologetic. ]

It's a collar.

I'm going to open the door now.

[butterfliesinmystomach]

A collar?!

[THAT IS SO RUDE]

[darkestdarkness]

[ good job, odin ]

Sorry, I - I just talk like that.

You're Hannah, right?

[murderstars]

Hey, it's not me. It's them.

[ He sounds so disdainful as he opens the lock. ]

[butterfliesinmystomach]

[Takes a step back, oh no she doesn't like this at all]

[butterfliesinmystomach]

I am. Who are you?

[She's lisping slightly, finding it difficult to talk through her deformed mouth.]

[trenchdoting]

Thanks! I'll do my best not to disappoint. And hey, best of luck to you too, pal! I bet you've got some kinda musical talent hidden up your sleeve!

[trenchdoting]

R-right! Just a little passion can go a long way, pal!

[He then takes out his musical triangle.]

I think it's time we had a jam session!

[murderstars]

It's one or the other.

[ Sighs. ]

[butterfliesinmystomach]

Have you written a song?

[butterfliesinmystomach]

[Uh no buddy you are definitely the one putting a god damn collar on me]

...I want out.

[trenchdoting]

Not exactly... Beatrice is in charge of that! But for now, we can improvise and get some practice in!

[darkestdarkness]

...Owain.

[ He continues to sway, keeping his eyes focused on her face. ]

You're hungry, aren't you?