[ 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

[incurse]

[ Starting Monday morning, Yuta can be found carrying a slender, sleeve-shaped bag slung over his shoulder everywhere he goes. His roommates will have seen this next to his bed since last Monday, but it's not until today that he's no longer leaving it behind in there. Aside from the new accessory, though, he seems to be doing okay--the windows are finally fixed! That's a relief.

Until he heads into the kitchen to make some breakfast and sees the gouge-marks in the sink. So help him if there's been a murder already this morning....but he soon so discovers the missing cutlery? Hello??? ]

Even the butter knives? Really?

[ Later, he can be found in the new cleaning room! Wow! Sugoi! Giselle will have so much enrichment now. ]

...this feels like a bad sign.

[ Week is sure off to such a rancid start. ]

[voring]

[THE NEW CLEANING ROOM... It's Giselle's belated birthday gift, wow. He just kind of peers over Yuta into the room, curious.]

Yeah? 'Cuz people can clean up their nasty murder blood messes even easier now?

[incurse]

[ He nods wearily. ]

And because they expect us to keep cleaning up the corpses, too.

[ Must've made for great television... ]

[voring]

Bet you guys're gonna be wishing you'd asked for that extra cold storage once Friday rolls around!

[SOMEONE IS GOING TO BE DEAD.]

[fixtures]

[ new cleaning room... ehe... yippee... ]

I suppose they expect us to clean any further... messes, ourselves.

[ messes 🙂 ]

Though none of this extra equipment is necessary...

[incurse]

[ What a nice birthday present for Gigi-chan... ]

You don't think so? [ A thought turns his stomach, his expression falling. ] Unless they expect...more messes this week.

[ Ugh. He hates death being treated so callously like this. ]

[fixtures]

I imagine they do. The mafia got away with what they did, did they not?

[ Tamon, Tsukasa, both of them were innocent. So they're still up the creek without a paddle regarding finding a responsible party... ]

Given a small taste of victory... they may be feeling ever more confident, at present.

kitchen

[fbwhy]

... Well, I guess you can use the spoons for other things.

[ Spoken like someone who was a tired college student once. ]

[incurse]

[ Desperate times call for desperate measures... ]

It's got to be someone messing with us. No one would actually take a butter knife as a weapon. [ ...thinks of some of the people in this house ] ...I hope.

[fbwhy]

... I don't think it's out of the question.

Kitchen

[candy_wrapper]

Wow. They're really panicking.

[Although Ramuda can't blame them, all things considered]

[incurse]

[ Yeah, it's definitely panic if anyone's trying to use a butter knife to defend themselves. That's just sad... ]

Yeah. Like anyone's going to manage to hurt someone with a butter knife...or maybe it's a practical joke.

[ Either way, unnecessary!! ]

[candy_wrapper]

It's got to be to mess with us all. Anyone trying to fight with a butter knife is gonna end dead and buried.

[Despite the deaths, Ramuda seems to have no compunctions about being blunt]

kitchen

[yesterbloom]

[ she looks over to where the missing cutlery is and frowns. ]

Someone doesn't want people to cook or have a nice meal.

[incurse]

[ Hope they like soup! Yuta pulls an unbutterable piece of toast from the toaster. ]

What's even the point? No one's going to try to defend themselves with forks and butter knives. Are they?

[ He will eat his words if the next attempted murder is thwarted by fork scratches. ]

[yesterbloom]

Maybe they were scared enough they weren't thinking straight.

[ said in a very uncertain tone. ]

Or they're very creative...?

cleaning room

[asimilate]

[Looks at all of these items he's never used before in his life]

What is all this stuff?

[incurse]

[ For a moment, Yuta just. Blinks. Is this a "probably royalty" thing or a "I'm from a magic world without washing machines" thing?? ]

You've never done your own laundry before?

[asimilate]

[Honestly they probably do have cleaning spells in addition to washing machines but he doesn't know those either

Shakes his head]

Nope, Jamil does all that. Or the other staff, when I'm at home.

OUR KNIVES

[pharmahoudini]

... Either somebody's trying to stop the murder or make it go faster.

[Like, for real, you're taking away potential weapons but also potential ways to actually eat the limited food they have....... what's the play here.

Everybody's going to end up being either hangry or failing at self-defense and then where would we be. Axel, for his part, just looks kind of discombobulated.]

At this rate we're barely going to have a kitchen...

[Sad. He opens and closes the fridge as though out of habit but doesn't make a move to try cooking or anything......]

there's a trigun joke in here somewhere

[incurse]

[ The state of the food supply is even more concerning than the lack of forks and knives. Can't the people in this house just be normal for one day? ]

Maybe the mannequins took them as revenge for smashing them last week. [ He's joking...sort of...very dryly. ] Maybe to make us distrusting of each other.

[ Anyway, now he's going to peek into the fridge behind Axel. ]

Anything sounding good?

[factoring]

[What a mess.]

I suppose we'll have to make spoons work.

[incurse]

[ Honestly. The hysteria is more concerning than anything else. ]

There's still chopsticks at least, but you can't exactly cut bread with those either.

[costars]

[ one fear as he looks around the cleaning room ]

Do you think it's for all the b-bodies we're going to have to clean up?

[incurse]

[ This one fear is also probably, unfortunately, a valid fear... ]

That's entirely possible...b-but it's just as likely so that we can wash our—

[ turning. glancing up. ]

Fukuhara-san...? I know it's you.