[ 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]

[Bless him.

Like he's giving an official order:]

I need you to act like you're undergoing a magical girl transformation sequence and then go change into one of those uniforms. [points at the sailor outfits] Wear it for at least an hour. Or more, if it makes you feel pretty.

[dissimulative]

[ He throws a pack of underwear right at Leon's face. ]

I'm already pretty without it!

[ ok ]

[combathatchet]

[bonk

It lands on the floor.

Laughs.]

Are you disobeying orders, soldier?

1/?

[dissimulative]

Ugh, fine.

[ Oria looks at Leon for a moment before sighing. ]

[dissimulative]

Punishing all bullies who prey on the weak!

[ He even raises his arm, swinging it overhead like a half circle arc. Does that idol kirakira pose. ]

Never fear! It's Sailor Oria!

[ and he fuckin skedaddles ]

Done

[dissimulative]

[ He comes back in the sailor outfit except he still has the same long pants under the knee-length skirt.

He also has a large and damp bath towel and is in the process of making a rattail. ]

[combathatchet]

[Oh my god. This is amazing and weirdly wholesome. Leon looks like he's trying to hold back a laugh even as he darts away, his eyes crinkling in the corner.]

I believe in you, Sailor Oria.

[Ah, he's gone. Well, it's fine, Leon's hanging around in the living area until he comes back.

Offers him a thumbs up!]

Looking good.

[dissimulative]

Thanks, I hate it.

[ He huffs. ]

Last time I did this, my girlfriend was like "you have better legs than I do" like, what I was supposed to do about that!! Then she broke up with me! Why are these outfits here anyway... I don't remember seeing a single pair of pants before they all disappeared.

[combathatchet]

[Help that sure was a lore drop]

I'm not sure. Maybe they expect us to wear them for some reason? Not that anyone's rushing to do that.

[Leon's Helping though.]

It's just for an hour, you'll survive.

[dissimulative]

[ thank you he is pouting ]

So you're helping them... I see... for the ratings, huh? Oh no... I'm melting... I'm gonna melt if I don't change soon aaaaaah...

[ dramatic little punk ]

[combathatchet]

Hey, if I get these ratings through the roof with the power of silly costuming, maybe we can all go home early.

[someone call the the baby police for oria]

Come on, I'll let you have some revenge. Ask me next; it's your turn now.

[dissimulative]

Fine! For the ratings then!! Truth or dare, Leon?

[combathatchet]

Fair's fair, so... dare. [And he rhymed, too.]

[dissimulative]

[ thank you he feels like he's on sesame street

He thinks about this for a moment and walks closer to Leon to whisper. ]

[combathatchet]

[Oh??? He listens, blinks, his expression turning thoughtful and less teasing.]

...I think it might help, even.

[dissimulative]

Okay, I pick that as your dare, then!

[ LETS GOOOO ]

[combathatchet]

Got it. I'll report back when I'm done.

[HE IS OFF TO GO FIND TAMON!!! Where you at, buddy.]

[costars]

[ briefly emerges from my work hole to tag this, what are you freaks doing

anyway tamon is... (throws dart) sitting at the dining room table seemingly drawing on a piece of paper. however, the whatever-it-is is unidentifiable. he looks up as leon approches. ]

Mister Leon...did you need something?

[ yes he is still wearing his paper bag ]

[combathatchet]

[YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAG IT IMMEDIATELY ratgrabs val

But anyway, Leon just walks up to where Tamon is seated.

Bends down a little... And...

Gives him a hug!]

1/2

[costars]

[ huh

huh??






HUH???? ]

2/2

[costars]

[ he freezes immediately, torn between enjoying the hug and feeling awful that leon has to be so close to him when he hasn't showered in like three days (depression will do that to you). ]

Um...aren't you worried you might catch my germs?

[combathatchet]

[Tamon... Just enjoy the gentle embrace of these big strong arms.]

Germs? You think I'm scared of a few cooties?

[Because clearly that's what he means, right]

[costars]

[ they are SO big and strong….he would be jealous if he weren't feeling so cradled now. ]

No....but....what if I accidentally get you sick somehow? Then I'd feel awful.

[combathatchet]

[??]

Are you feeling sick?

[Or just overwrought because of Everything?]

[costars]

Well, sometimes I feel dizzy. And my head hurts.

[ probably because he hasn't been eating or sleeping well but details. ]