[ 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

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. ]

[changel]

[mmmm. . .]

It pains me to think of all of the loved ones they have left behind. The ones who may not even know they are here. And thus. . .

[are not aware that the people they care about so much are gone]

[akademise]

[ More presses his lips together tightly, suddenly feeling a little colder. ]

... such sorrow, not knowing where to turn or rest it... It eats one up from the inside out. Should we find ourselves capable of exiting this place, we should strive to bring closure to those souls.

[changel]

. . . of course.

[she pulls up a smile for More]

You're a kind person, Mister More. I'm certain they appreciate your thoughtfulness.

[from the great beyond. . .]