Round 4: confessions camera

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This is where you can post anything your character says in the confessions camera room. The room is soundproof, and nobody on-site will be able to see or hear anything they say in there. Everyone outside of the site will see what is said, though.

We're keeping this post unlocked so everyone can see, since previous round characters will be able to see anything said here. Just remember that stuff mentioned in here won't be known to characters participating in the round unless the character tells someone about it outside of the confession room.

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week 4 tuesday night

[resortghosts]

[ With so much work to be done, prinny sightings have been up from their usual this week. Mostly they've kept to the studio and the backyard area, but the household chores still need to be kept up with, so seeing them inside isn't unusual. What is different (and exciting? strange?) is two prinnies entering the confession room Tuesday night.

Well, entering might not be the right word, because entering normally suggests it's something done under one's own power and that's not so much the case when one of the prinnies is being rolled in by another one that seems to be grumbling under its breath. After some moments of flailing flippers and the clacking of unsteady peg legs, the brown prinny seems to have succeeded in lifting the lavender one high enough so that its blank eyes are high enough to reach the camera.

Once they get situated in the center of the room with a few wobbly steps, the lavender prinny speaks first: ]

We would like to request matcha, dood. Ceremonial grade matcha to be precise, pretty please. [ A beat. ] Dood.

[ There's a very long pause before the brown prinny on the bottom says anything. ]

...Please. [ It sounds so very tired despite the high, squeaky voice. ]

[resortghosts]

[ AWAY FROM SIGHT OF CAMERA...

A bright orange prinny is very softly clapping. ]

[resortghosts]

[ Well okay confessional camera hopefully the viewers enjoy the sight of a falling prinny as the the brown one makes a sharp turn at the clapping.

For anyone else, it probably comes as a sudden and unpleasant surprise, but for the brown prinny looking on as the lavender one slips from its shoulders, it's like watching the world run in slo mo. First, the gentle squeak of the stuffing as the body impacts the floor. Second, the clatter of the peg legs.

Third, an explosion.

The camera shakes as the shock wave rocks the room, leaving behind only a small scorch mark on the floor and clumps of pure white cotton stuffing drifting downwards. Everything is still.

Then the brown prinny runs out with a shout of frustration. ]