[ 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

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?

[changel]

Simple and cheery?

[lifts a hand to her chin]

The beginning of "Chopsticks" is rather simple, though it is easier to play with two hands. [though. . . something occurs to her] Are you familiar with the tune, Mister Oria?

[dissimulative]

[ The "mister" again... well, it's his first name, so it's fine. Probably. ]

Yeah! I know it. I'm terrible at all art forms though. That's my sister's thing, not mine.

[changel]

[EVERYONE IS MISTER OR MISS I'M SORRY ORIA. . .]

That's quite all right. You don't have to be "good" at at something to engage with it. As long as you're having fun, that is good enough.

[places a finger on the 'F' key]

Would you like me to direct you?

[dissimulative]

Unfortunately for me, I enjoy things more when I'm good at them.

[ he really is that kind of person ]

I'm fine with watching and chatting.

[changel]

All right. If you insist. Then. . .

[though injured her hand may be, her fingers are merely bruised, not broken. if she presses against the keys gently, then it doesn't ache that badly, so. . .]

[she begins to play a far simpler version of the Chopsticks waltz she learned oh so long ago]

[dissimulative]

[ Oh. This is nice. Oria eyes her fingers on the piano though. Hm. ]

... Maybe I should get you a pointer stick.

[changel]

[DID I NOT RESPOND TO THIS? anyway, she gives him a ?? look]

A pointer stick? What for?

[dissimulative]

So you can play the piano with that instead!

[ lol ]

[changel]

[oria]

Now why would I need a pointer stick when my fingers, though bruised, are perfectly fine?

[dissimulative]

I think it would be interesting to watch.

[ prinny..... ]