[ week two: mingle ]

[murderhost]

MINGLE LOG

We're back, everybody! Fresh week, fresh house, fresh murder. It is indeed a fresh house as when people wake on Monday morning they'll see that — everything is fixed! The windows, the table, whatever property damage that was inflicted last week is all cleaned up and reset. There is no SOS on the roof anymore. None of that. Anyone who stayed up all night on Sunday will have seen the mannequins diligently cleaning and repairing the house during the course of the night, finished by dawn. Yay!

They've also opened a new room in the house. A cleaning room — there is a washing machine, dryer, and various cleaning supplies in the room. Mops and brooms and dustpans and swiffers and all sorts of things! There's even a basket for collecting dirty laundry too.

And then in the morning, they bring in a few things to note, dumping it all in the living room.

• A assortment of feminine clothing — dresses, skirts, blouses, etc
• Included in that pile of clothing are twenty-five sailor uniforms of various sizes
• Make up! Quite a bit — enough to last the rest of the time
• So many packs of underwear. You had underwear last week but like, this is better
• A tablet with Candy Crush and Infinity Nikki on it. There is nothing else accessible on it. There's a sticky note on the cover that says FOR ECHINACEA
• A gun with one bullet is on the coffee table
• A spear is laid across the coffee table as well

That said, it doesn't seem like the food restocked. Huh...

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PROPERTY DAMAGE | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS

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Comments

[akademise]

[ Today it is notable that More's appearance has received an upgrade. Last week, he hadn't been able to wear any make-up and thus his face has mostly looked deathly pale. This week his full goth power has been unleashed - he's wearing black eye-liner, mascara and also black lipgloss. Maybe the black of all the make-up can draw attention away from the dark circles under his eyes. He hasn't slept well - who would, with all that has transpired?

In the morning, he can be found in the kitchen where he is making an attempt at making himself a sandwich. This means he is currently staring at the cutlery drawer in absolute bafflement. No butter knives? No forks? ]

... it seems we may require house rules.

[ He'll just put the bread back on the shelf. No breakfast for him, he doesn't want to deal with this.

In the later morning hours, he can be found in the garden, watering the flowers on the freshly made graves. His expression is solemn, brows furrowed tightly.

And in the afternoon, he's in the living room seated on one of the couches with Plateau the cat sleeping next to him. More himself is drawing in his notebook. Anyone who looks over his shoulder can see that it's sketches of Yves and Tsukasa. He has their profiles pulled up on the TV, but he seems to only be using them as rough references. The poses the sketches are in are more casual, as if taken from memories of last week's daily life. More's art is really nice, actually.

You can also wildcard me with anything. More can be found in the library a lot, too! ]

[costars]

Oh wow....your art is really good.

[ the voice that rings out from behind him is perhaps familiar but the sight less so. instead of pink hair, there's a brown paper bag with two holes cut out right where eyes would be. the rest of the lanky frame is dressed all in black (stylish, right?) - a lowkey sweatshirt and sweatpants combo. ]

[akademise]

[ ... uh. Hm. That's... ]

Why, thank you. I find it calms my mind to commit things to paper, and when words fail then an image may speak instead.

[ ... your... paper bag... ]

Is... this head cover religious in nature?

kitchen

[descendia]

[ Roathe is walking by, likely looking to mooch off of someone since now he's in the habit thanks to Obikawa... But considering the state of the kitchen, it looks like that's going to be more complicated. He clicks his tongue in disapproval, then offers a dry: ]

You could ask Leon for my tail.

[ He's joking, but considering how sarcastic and acerbic he normally is, it's hard to tell... ]

[akademise]

[ More, at least, seems to take it as a joke because after a brief moment of consternation he laughs softly. ]

Are you regretting parting with it yet? You could have become the grand hero of this kitchen, collecting debts of gratitude from us all.

garden

[incurse]

[ Yuta has been spending a fair amount of time in the garden himself, both the pay respects to the departed, and to...make sure neither of them return as vengeful spirits. Not that he can do much if they do now, but -- still. It's important to him.

He finds More watering the flowers, watching him from a moment before crossing over to him. ]

After all this...I hope their bodies can be returned to their loved ones. But...they would appreciate the care you're showing them like this, too.

[akademise]

[ More sighs a little at that. It's meant kindly, but he feels like he is doing far too little. ]

I am grateful for your encouragement and I can only hope you're right. I should have asked about their preferred rites while they were still with us, but... it hadn't seemed like quite so pertinent a question then.

kitchen

[voring]

[THEIR FUCKING KITCHEN. He's so offended by this... NO BUTTER KNIVES. NO FORKS. Their food stash is also dwindling, wow. Maybe they should have eaten Yves after all.]

What the hell! Why even bother using forks for murder when everyone has perfectly good nails and teeth?!

[akademise]

[ Wha... Obikawa really sounds like he is just trying to get voted out...

Though the comment just makes him look at his own fingernails. ]

Frankly, I am not so certain I would be capable of inflicting serious injury with these even if I were defending myself.

[ That is probably a bad thing, hm. ]

garden

[hyompora]

[Bad vibes this weekend. Weird vibes today with all the snatching and grabbing of amenities. Muelsyse vastly prefers the fresh air outside in normal times, and this morning it's feeling like an extra good idea.

Not that atmosphere out here is much better, with the garden slowly becoming a cemetery. She quietly joins More at his side, watching for a moment as he tends the flowers.]

You're taking good care of them.

[The flowers or the people? Both.]

[akademise]

[ More gives a little hum of acknowledgement, though something in the sway of pitch betrays that he is not convinced of the truth of that. ]

It was Patriarch's quick thinking that gave us the freedom to bury Tsukasa properly. I am just doing what I can to make sure the flowers take proper root in their new homes, yet... I am not a gardener and I do not have any access to magic here, so there is only so much I can do.

[ If these flowers wilt, he will maybe start screaming though. ]

garden!

[fixtures]

[ Hello, More... Giselle is out here tending to the garden as well, pruning any errant weeds and such. She's been transplanting some of the spider lilies over to Yves' grave, as well... ]

Come to pay your respects, my dear?

[akademise]

[ Giselle is such a hard worker... Though More grew up with maids attending to his every whim, he has since learned to not take that kind of labor for fully granted. Least of all when the person in question isn't even being paid for it. ]

I have... Having been able to bury them is a small solace.

[ It's nice to have a grave to tend to at all. He looks at the spider lilies. ]

Did Yves like these flowers?

living room

[fbwhy]

... I didn't know you, um. Were an artist.

[ She at least clears her throat so she doesn't scare him, like Grace would be spooked if people piped up behind her.

Like. Well. You know, though, he's probably made of tougher stuff. ]

[akademise]

[ Honestly, it's not a bad call. More still isn't really used to having people just around. Sometimes it still gives him a headache to hear so many voices for such a long period of time, as compared to endless silence stretching around him for days. However, he wouldn't have it any other way.

The approach makes him smile. ]

I picked it up as an extension of research, but grew to enjoy it in its own right. I illustrate all my own writing now.

kitchen

[lowprofiles]

[The kitchen is still kind of cursed by virtue of what happened a few days ago, but a man has to eat so it is what it is. No comments on More’s Morning Makeover though because he too is distracted by the sudden lack of cutlery.]

Like that’d stop some of these guys. A metal detector’d be more useful.

[akademise]

[ Maybe Yves' ghost stole all their knives and forks as an act of revenge.

More sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand. ]

While we have learned now that our host will graciously offer us supplies if asked, I somehow doubt he would go that far with it.

[ He doesn't know what a metal detector truly is but the words are self explanatory enough that he doesn't feel like Asking. ]

Living Room

[candy_wrapper]

[Ramuda was just passing by when he saw More's appearance. Ah, oh my!]

Woah! You look good with the full make-up.

[akademise]

Ah. Thank you kindly, Ramuda.

[ Despite the general low mood, he looks pleased. ]

I feel more like myself this way.

living room

[yesterbloom]

Mr. More, can I take a closer look?

[ echinacea isn't the nicest or politest girl ever, but she still likes to extend courtesy when she can. ]

living room

[asimilate]

[Leans over the couch to get a better look with no regard for More's personal space]

Those are really nice. Are you gonna put them up somewhere?

steamrolls your inbox let's gooooo

[pharmahoudini]

[He's a real goth now............ ngl I was assuming he was max goth this whole time but it's fine one can never be too bonus goth.

Axel doesn't usually stay in one place for long because. Zoomies. But running into the pair chilling in the living room with the eternally chill does get him to hang out for a while: he perches himself on the back of a nearby couch and spends a decent amount of time just watching the arts and crafts going on.

Eventually:]

You're good at this, too? Are you actually some bigshot professor or something?

[Is there really any correlation here. He has to ask though.]

[factoring]

[In the kitchen, she's not eating anything, but she is pouring herself a cup of coffee adding some soy sauce and pepper into it.]

Do you think anyone would listen?

kitchen;

[qilinzuo]

You know...usually I'm a bit of a carefree guy when it comes to a 'stay' with other people [ outside of fam ], but it is getting kind of ridiculous, isn't it?

[ Like, bruh. Why??? ]

kitchen.

[missdemeanor]

[ sigh.

desscaras herself is here as well, staring at the results of everything being confiscated with annoyance. maybe she lingers a little bit on more's new look, but not in a way that's completely noticeable.

are they supposed to eat with... their hands...? tear things apart? with their hands? ]

And a timeout corner when we find out who breaks them.

[ jail. the likely well-intentioned cutlery thief is going to jail. ]