[ 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

[changel]

[OKAY]

[WELL!!]

[Princess can be found in the kitchen, staring at the ruined sink with a small pot in one hand, like she had intended to fill it with water. . . to boil. . . for morning tea]

. . . oh dear. It appears we are full of pent-up energy.

[alternatively! she can be found outside in the garden, kneeling next to the graves as she hums Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, eyes closed and hands folded in front solemnly]

[alternatively alternatively! one may find Princess in the living room, tapping idly at a few keys on the piano, though she isn't yet playing a song]

[also: she is dressed in a sailor outfit in each one of these prompts. THANK YOU FOR GIVING HER A SKIRT. FINALLY]

Garden!

[akademise]

[ More spends a lot of the day lingering around the graves, brooding about the horror of their situation and losses, as well as fussing over the flowers (though it is obvious he is no true gardener). When he spots Princess, he goes quiet and waits for her to finish. Only after she unfolds her hands, he approaches. ]

A prayer?

[changel]

[ah-- her eyes snap open quickly]

Oh-- Mister More. . .

[her smile is soft. she rests both hands in her lap, one hand still bandaged from her Friday mishap with the door]

I wouldn't call it a prayer, no. But it is my way of paying respects.

. . . Mister Tsukasa was rather fond of that song.

[akademise]

Ah...

[ More looks between Priscilla, earnest in her reminiscences, and the spider lilies that Giselle has added to the bloom on Yves' grave. ]

We have only crossed paths for a short few days at the end of their lives' journey, and yet their resting place is already filling up with warm memories of them. The love they carried lingers.

[ How hauntingly beautiful it all is. ]

Living room

[dissimulative]

[ Cute princess in a sailor outfit with a skirt... he follows the sound of the piano and sees her there. ]

Figuring out what to play?

[changel]

[IT'S HER FIRST TIME IN A SEIFUKU. . . how does she pull it off!]

[her smile is a bit wry as she holds up her still-bandaged hand]

I can only do so much with one hand, so my options are a bit limited. But I am considering them.

[some music would certainly lighten up the dour atmosphere, right?]

[dissimulative]

Yeah, you should rest that hand.

[ But one-handed... hm. Oria looks at the piano thoughtfully. ]

Do you know any simple and cheery songs?

garden!

[voring]

[There's something deeply funny about the idea of her just out here being so somber and solemn but also humming twinkle twinkle little star... this is me aki but Obikawa also finds it kind of amusing, moving over to crouch down nearby.]

Whatcha doing?

[changel]

[LISTEN. . . SHE HAS A REASON FOR CHOOSING THAT SONG. . .]

[lifting her head to smile at Obikawa when he speaks]

Paying my respects, of course. Is that not what you're here to do as well?

[voring]

Nah, I just came here to take a nap in the flowers.

[They smell so much better than the area where they had to examine Yves' body last week!]

Is it normal for people to pay their respects with that song where you're from?

garden

[crashout]

[ he lingers for a moment to watch her do this, though there is a quizzical look at the song. he won't interrupt until she stops humming though. ]

Never thought of that one as a prayer or anything.

[changel]

[:( what's wrong with twinkle twinkle little star]

[tilts her head towards him, her uninjured hand lifted to her mouth]

Perhaps it isn't. But it's still a lovely tune, yes?

[crashout]

[ nothing is wrong with it!!! but he does settle next to her for a second. ]

In a weird way? Seems sort of fitting. Maybe that's the thing that matters here.

living room

[hyompora]

[The sound of those notes hanging idly in the air draws Muelsyse out to the living room; music is always a good way to improve the mood, and she sure wants to encourage that sort of thing after the... eventful weekend they just had.

She steps over, lightly leaning against the side of the piano and flashing Princess a little smile.]

Taking requests?

[changel]

[drawing her fingers across a single scale, from middle C to high C, as she tilts her head in Muelsyse's direction]

I can certainly try, but. . .

[she lifts her still-bandaged right hand, a bit sheepish]

So long as you don't mind imperfection.

[hyompora]

Not at all.

[There's a sympathetic look for that poor bruised up little hand of hers.]

Well, I was going to request whatever your favorite to play is, but feel free to play whatever's easiest on your hand.

kitchen

[fbwhy]

... I wish they'd take it out on less important things.

[ Seriously? The sink? ]

[changel]

[heaves a heavy sigh and presses her injured hand (still bandaged!) to her cheek]

As do I. Perhaps jogging around the manor would be more productive. . .?

[fbwhy]

You can... try to tell them that, but I don't even know who did this...

[ Too many contenders. ]

Living Room

[candy_wrapper]

You really know how to play?

[Ramuda just puts his elbows on the edge of the piano, on the other end, and leans his face on both of his hands]

[changel]

[WOW RAMUDA OUT HERE MANHANDLING PRINCESS'S FACE. . .]

Of course.

[a bright smile!]

I was taught to play at a very young age. It's one of my favorite pastimes.

[factoring]

[ In the kitchen ]

It's a good thing people are energetic. Though, maybe that should be channeled differently.

[changel]

[AHA. . .]

Perhaps we should encourage everyone to exercise more. . .?

[tire yourselves out before contemplating property damage!!]

garden

[costars]

[ he is slowly shambling his way out in his paper bag. it still makes him sick thinking about what happened to tsukasa and yves, but he won't get anywhere by hiding in...well, he doesn't have a bedroom to hide in but the closet, and sometimes the bathtub, and on occasion underneath the dining room table. ]

Is it okay if I join you?

[changel]

[SIR. . . just. blinks at him in bewilderment, before she pulls up a small smile]

Of course not. I'd be honored if you did.

[a beat]

. . . though I fail to understand the purpose of the bag?