[ 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

[combathatchet]

[Hums.]

...What's a pet peeve of yours?

[changel]

[. . . . . . WELL]

What a curious question. . . is there a reason you're asking, Mister Leon?

[combathatchet]

[He blinks.]

Oh, it's part of the game. [Maybe she doesn't realize what she's signed up for. (why would she, leon, you just asked people randomly)] Since you picked a truth instead of dare, I get to ask you a question about yourself.

Sometimes people pick embarrassing things to ask, but I don't think that's very fun in this situation. [So! Pet peeve, instead!]

[changel]

[WHAT GAME??]

We're playing a game? I didn't realize. . . well! It's a relatively simple question, so I have no qualms with answering.

[pulls up a smile]

Though in all honesty, it isn't a very exciting response. I don't believe I have a pet peeve.

[at least nothing she can think of on the spot]

[combathatchet]

Sorry, I did kind of surprise people randomly with it...

[Leon please.]

But, really? No little things annoy you? No one's that well-adjusted. [wry]

[changel]

[a small smile]

And what's your biggest pet peeve, Mister Leon?

[combathatchet]

That's not how you play the game, but I'll give you this one for free.

My pet peeve is people who take things without asking, first.

[Which hilariously makes all the thievery frustrating and himself a little bit of a hypocrite too oops.]

[changel]

[JUST]

[GIVES HIM A SYMPATHETIC SMILE]

Then you must be feeling extra frustrated with our fellow guests.

[combathatchet]

[Scoffs.]

To be completely fair, this isn't exactly a normal situation to be in. But a lack of transparency just makes everyone more stressed.

[Maybe that was the point, maybe it wasn't.]

And come on, the forks?

[changel]

Ah, but at least they left the spoons!

[so they don't have to eat like ANIMALS]

[combathatchet]

[...Deeply serious (not really, but also, sort of? their forks!!):] For now.