[ 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

[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. ]

[combathatchet]

[ ...

Gently pulls back from the hug and straightens... But not because he's suddenly worried about germs, but rather he's worried now about Tamon's health.

Crosses his arms.]

Maybe you're dehydrated. Have you been drinking enough water?

[dadding again]

[costars]

I had some water yesterday.....?

[ is that good enough ]

[combathatchet]

[buddy]

Oh, well if you had some yesterday.

[...Going to get him something to drink now, brb. Doesn't matter if Tamon says otherwise. Bye.



Leon comes back shortly with an ice cold glass of water. He's gonna dad you now.]

Drink.

[costars]

[ he's fine...........HE'S FINE...................but thankfully he's enough of a pushover that he just stays sitting this entire time and then obediently takes the glass when it's given to him and drinks from it. ]

Oh....thanks. Sorry...it's just that...with everything that's happened, I get distracted by my own thoughts a lot and forget to eat or drink.

[combathatchet]

I get it.

[Tamon's been through a lot. This will probably be a trauma he carries for the rest of his life, ain't that just great.]

But do your best to take care of yourself if you can. And if you feel like that's getting too hard, one of us would be happy to help you out with the small things.

[Like making sure this boy eats?]