CHAPTER 3

[faentasy]

CHAPTER 3

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The number of murders increased in the span of one week, and so did the number of deceased people. Four people dying in the span of a week is a noticeable change, reducing your numbers to 25. Though the bakery has been cleaned up and fixed back to the state it was in originally, now that the specter of murder has fully settled in, perhaps some of those currently alive wonder how many will be around at the end of the new week.

It's fortunate now everybody can ponder it with a colorful change of scenery. Despite the situation everyone has been in, the world around them were plausible, even perhaps mundane to some extent. The scenery that unfolds beyond a canyon to the east drives home a point:

You're in a world far perhaps, beyond your wildest imagination.

It's a land of sweets. Wherever you look you can see something that's both full of sugar and joy. You could reach anywhere and you could get something that will make your mood soar and your day get better! After all, there's something for everyone! What wonders will you find if you search hard enough? This is a paradise for a sweet tooth! The sight, though, may make one question pop up:

Will this candy land be dirtied with blood? Only time will tell.

[[Welcome to Week 3! Feel free to make top levels at your discretion, and remember to note it in your header if you plan on investigating any locations. However, please try to keep investigations to Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday! You can also privately contact Hamelin at your leisure.

In addition, a reminder that any Murder Proposals for this week are due by Tuesday 3:00 PM EST/12:00 PM PST! However, please note that you have the option of submitting murder proposals for a later week as well.]]

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bar

[reallyfishy]

[Raven's returned wave is wobbly in contrast. How long has he already been in here drinking...]

He better. Five's nowhere near enough.

[scythegun]

[That gets a light laugh from him and after a moment longer in the back he returns with two bottles, setting them both down before joining Raven.]

Ja, agreed. I'm surprised he even bothered to give us a bar in the first place!

[reallyfishy]

Don't know why, don't care ta learn.

[Hopefully those bottles are for the both of them, because Raven's already helping himself to one in order to refill his glass.]

He could've poisoned everything fer all I care. Least I'm goin' down with a good drink.

[Raven, please.]

[scythegun]

[He may be rude af, but he's not going to risk Raven trying to stumble back there and break the rest of the bottles of alcohol!!!]

Hah, well said! Better to die to our own stupidity than his ridiculous game!

[He will absolutely drink to that!!!]

[reallyfishy]

[Thanks for looking out for the alcohol, Yeager! Raven would've never forgiven himself if he broke it all.

Anyway, with a lopsided grin, Raven holds his freshly filled glass up for a toast.]

I knew we could come ta an agreement on what truly matters! Cheers!

[scythegun]

[Holding up his own glass!!]

To dying to our own stupidity~!

[THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU SHOULD BE TOASTING TO]

[reallyfishy]

Ta dyin' to our own stupidity!!!

[Clink! A few droplets go flying because Raven might've been a little too enthusiastic about it.

Oh my god.]

[scythegun]

[That is such a mood, Raven. Anyway he absolutely will drink to that, may our deaths be dumb as hell.]

I see you've made yourself right at home here! Are you planning on moving in?

[reallyfishy]

[Raven shrugs as he downs way too much of that glass in one go.]

Nah, 'm too used ta my cushy bed back at housin'. That, an' I'm startin' ta get sick of the scenery already. I can feel cavities formin' just lookin' at this place.

[He's not one for sweets, either.]

[scythegun]

It is rather dreadful to look at... I can only imagine how much you would suffer if you had to deal with this place every day!

[reallyfishy]

[SIGH...]

'm sufferin' enough with all the sweet liquor. But booze is booze and I ain't gonna be picky right now.

[scythegun]

Having any at all is a blessing enough in these trying times~

[Normally he'd be at least a little more cautious about drinking in a murdergame, but he could've died instead of SQ and his last fuck is gone!!!]

But thankfully the back isn't all sweet, so we shouldn't be suffering too much!

[reallyfishy]

[A thought crosses Raven's alcohol-addled mind here.]

Yeager... Does this mean I can count on ya ta be my dedicated drinkin' buddy fer the rest of this wild ride?

[scythegun]

Oh ja, of course~! You know you can always count on me, don't you~?

[wink!!!!!!]

[reallyfishy]

[Yeager's getting the bleariest squint here until Raven shrugs and goes for another sip.]

...Normally I'd need a citation on that one, but I'll let it slide just this once.

[scythegun]

Really? You're just going to let me get away with that? My, I'll have to try that more often~

[Raven deserves better. Anyway, he's refilling his glass.]

And here I thought you'd never let me get away with anything! Perhaps something good has come of all of this~!

[reallyfishy]

I'm... [He makes an attempt to count on his fingers, but gives up quickly.] I dunno how many drinks in, I ain't got it in me ta be suspicious of ya right now.

[At least he's being honest.]

You're already makin' me question what I said though.

[scythegun]

I don't know what I could have possibly said that was suspicious~

But at least you're honest! Do try not to pass out here, because I won't be carrying you all the way back to your room.

[reallyfishy]

Whaaat?! But that's what drinkin' buddies do! They look out for each other an' carry each other home!

[Get with the program, Yeager!!]

[scythegun]

You think I could carry you? Impossible! I'm dreadfully scrawny, you know! I'd undoubtedly injure myself even trying such a thing - and you wouldn't want to be responsible for that, now would you?

[You except him to do work?? Never.]

[reallyfishy]

You carry that damn person-sized scythe around all the time!! Is this yer way of callin' me fat or somethin'?!

[HIS TAKEAWAY.]

1/2

[scythegun]

[looks raven dead in the eyes

in the most serious tone imaginable:] Yes.

2/2

[scythegun]

[and then he immediately ruins it by bursting into laughter but he attempted!!!!]

[reallyfishy]

[G O D!!!!

But even he has to laugh at that performance.]

Y-Ya almost had me fer a second there...

[scythegun]

I am quite the skilled actor, in case you've forgotten~

[can anyone ever forget regaey, though. can they really.]