SUGAR DADDY: BECK

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SUGAR DADDY On Tuesday afternoon, Beck's clamshell will ping! from wherever they have it. Should they pick it up to see what all the fuss is about, they will realize that their RULEBOOK app has updated to version 2.0. Opening the app will reveal that there has been an addendum to the rules... but one that seems meant exclusively for them. No other survivor will be able to see these additions. They read as such: 1. Each week, you will select ONE out of three options. 2.You will NOT KNOW what any of these options are until YOU HAVE SELECTED ONE. 3. The results may be BENEFICIAL OR DETRIMENTAL TO THE GROUP. 4. You CANNOT TAKE BACK YOUR CHOICE once it is made. 5. You may PRIVATELY CONFIRM YOUR ROLE if asked, but you may not FREELY OFFER THE INFORMATION to others. A notification will arrive the moment they have finished reading through the update. Its contents are no less confusing. RISE AND SHINE SUGAR DADDY ❤️🤑👅💦 ARE YOU READY TO 💰SWEETEN💰 UP SOME LIVES???? 😩💦💦 OR ARE YOU HERE TO BE A SPLENDA DADDY😬😬😬😬 GET🍌OFF🍆YOUR🥒BUTT!!!!🍑 AND DON'T FORGET DADDY 👀 WE'RE H̨̛͑́ͨ́͒́͠͝U̔̿ͩ̓́̇ͧ̑̌̋̚͏͏̢́҉Ñ̢̾ͤ̍͐̍́͜͢G̡ͤ̓̋ͭ͢͝͡Ȓ͑̇̆ͤ̏ͪͤ̑̅̿҉̢̛͠Y͊ͥ̊̆̇̂ͭ͂̚͞͏ ̵̛͗͋͐͐͋ͥ̆̌̒ͪ̄͗̇ͫͬ̐́F̶̷̎̈̉ͮ̾͒͂ͨ̓̚̕͢Ơ̷ͫ͂̒ͪ̍ͭ̄͊̚̕͘R̴̴̸̛̅ͥ̎͋́̑̎͂̓͌̉͊͘ ̵̡ͤͪ̐ͣ͐ͯ̿̏͊̎ͩ̅̀͢͞͞D̽̿ͭͥ̏ͧͯ̽ͯͩͫ҉A̒ͫ̓̓̂͑́̎̽̇̍͆̊ͬ̄ͣ͘͢Dͣ̀̓̇̉̔ͥͨͤ͋̇́̓̚͢͝D̶̶̑ͭ͌̈́̈́̍̏̓͑̎̿̂ͤ̄̂̉̓͞Y̨̑̓ͣͭ̇ͩ͊̾̊͊̄̀͘͠͝'̷̡̢̊̀ͦͫ̀S̿̈̒ͯ͗̓̂̀̌ͫ̓̀̃͠͏̢ ̵̸̀̇ͫ̓ͪ̓ͯ̆ͨ͢͞L̴̷̂̈́̈̏̅̌̇ͨ͒͑ͤͪ̄̈́̇̈͑O̡̡͒̓̐̋͛̂͝V̷̴̏͂̋ͤ̄ͨ̊Eͪ̑ͬ̈́̑͐̓ͪ̒̆̾̏̕͘͠ ❤️ Other things that are weird? The fact that the moment they open a door and walk through it, they will find themselves falling face first an entirely new location. Particularly, one that doesn't seem to fit into any part of the hotel, and absolutely not one that they meant to go through. As they regain their bearings and look at their surroundings, they'll realize that the door they walked through is no longer there. It seems like they have only one choice, and that's to walk through an empty hospital wing until they reach a single room with a steadily beeping heart monitor. It is there that they will find a familiar face... FULL NAVIGATION. locations ⯅ statuses ⯅ ic profiles ⯅ ic rulebook ⯅ thot report ⯅ audiences gift shop ⯅ murder proposals ⯅ private conversations ⯅ weekly curfew

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[tricycles]

It's -̷̹̻̠͙͕̽̐̏-̵̛̛͇͇̲̬̉́̓-̴̧̳̤̝͈͌̅-̵̙͙̅̽̍-̷͍̮͖̀-̵̠̏̌̋̊͘-̵̡̖̤͇̔͜-̶͙̖͚̭̑̎-̶͙̑̀̾̂-̶̨̢̹͌́̄̀-̷̨̙̰̞̜͂́́-̴̱̞̣̱̯̈̀̚-̶̛̜̣̦̣̱̓͒̐̈́-̸̡̣͗̔̑-̶̜͈͛̒̍̄-̸̨͙̝̹̊̋͜͝-̶̦̿͛͛̉̉͜-̶̡̨̳͈̬̂̾ — right.

[Hey? Censors? He'd like to have a word with you.

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing before giving it a second attempt.]

You get three options. One's good, one's neutral, and one... is bad. You just picked the bad one. [So, that's great! He stares at the meal table, frowning.] There's going to be something on Friday. Something that doesn't belong there. Do you get what I'm trying to say?

[uncurtained]

Something that doesn't belong there? You mean, like... Planted evidence?

[tricycles]

That's the only hint I can give you. Sorry.

[uncurtained]

...And I'm guessing trying to hint to everyone that something might not be right would count as hinting about the role.

[tricycles]

[He nods.]

Right. Sending out a warning that something will be off counts as breaking the fifth rule.

[uncurtained]

And I won't know what that thing is, right?

[tricycles]

... Yeah. You'll have to figure that one out by yourself.

[uncurtained]

What's the point of figuring it out if I can't even tell people it's wrong?

[Her tone makes it clear she's not frustrated at him, at least, but.]

[tricycles]

I said you couldn't send out a warning.

[uncurtained]

Right, but how am I supposed to... I mean, if I start going around saying I think evidence was faked, won't the first question people are going to have be 'how do you know'?

[tricycles]

You're smart, Beck. Come on. Even you don't know what it is. Think about it.

[uncurtained]

Okay. Okay...

[She pauses, thinking about it.]

If there’s someone who knows about all this, can I tell him to follow my lead during the trial as long as I’m not more specific than that? Asking him to do that wouldn’t necessarily be a hint about all of this, right?

[tricycles]

[He thinks about it, but ultimately shakes his head.]

... That's pretty much a hint, wouldn't you say?

[uncurtained]

Is it? I mean... I’m going to say a lot of things during the trial that aren’t related to whatever’s going to be planted. Asking him to go along with me doesn’t give him any clues about what he needs to go along with.

[But, with a sigh:]

But I don’t want to risk it, either, if you really think so.

[tricycles]

[Sorry, Beck. He looks genuinely apologetic, if nothing else. That said—]

Wait, let's back up. You just answered your own question from earlier. Did you notice?

[uncurtained]

[She frowns, thoughtful, but nods after a few seconds go by.]

So, I can bring it up during the trial. I just have to make it seem like I'm suspicious for another reason...?

[tricycles]

Remember, you're not going to know what you're looking for. So would you really have to pretend you're suspicious for another reason?