[ 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]

[Well, in that case!]

...So we're going with "dare", then? Because if that's the case, I'm not asking you to wear the outfit alone. I'm asking for you to give me your best magical girl transformation sequence, and then wear the outfit for an hour.

[akademise]

[ ..... Leon, you need to stop speaking to him like he's from the 21st century. He understands all of these words individually but not in sequence!! ]

We appear to have reached the part where I ask you how to connect my "iPad" to the "Wifi", so to speak.

[combathatchet]

[Help. Sometimes you want to just see More look a little baffled, but then the reply is just as funny.]

Sorry. You probably don't have magical girls where you're from, do you?

[akademise]

Yes and no, presumably.

Magic use is not tied to gender any more than other aspects of mundane life, so naturally there are numerous proficient female mages. Among them, I know of three who can wield transformation magic.

However... I am getting a sense that the reference you are making is a little more narrow in scope?

[combathatchet]

[He nods, thinking of how he wants to explain it simply. He's not exactly, like. An expert on the subject or anything.]

Yeah. In certain stories, when a magical girl transforms into her evil-fighting outfit, it's an entire process. It's mostly just for the drama, but you can expect catchphrases, lots of sparkles, and cutesy phrases.

Which means you'll have to come up with a cutesy phrase, More, at the very least.

1/3

[akademise]

That is... strangely more reminiscent of Archetype magic than I would have expected.

[ Minus the sparkles and cutesy-ness. And those seem to be key elements here.

More puts a hand to his chin, and hums, thinking for a moment. Cutesy... Well, perhaps borrowing from the Masked Dancer archetype is not entirely a lost cause? ]

2/3

[akademise]

[ After a clearing of his throat to signify the start of the performance, More clicks his heels against the floor (it's a very high sound, these are stilettos). He leans forward a bit to mimic the act of pulling something from his chest (?!) and holds the imaginary object up to his mouth as though it were a microphone. ]

Shining like crystalized magla, dazzling evil-doers with my uncollared magic! I am a lodestar, lighting the path towards utopia! ♥

[ He'll finish it up with a little twirl on the ball of his foot and blow Leon a kiss for good measure!! ]

3/3

[akademise]

[ ... and then as soon as that is done, his cheeks go red and he buries his face in his hands. ]

... I am far too high in age for this...

[combathatchet]

[HELLO? That was such a great display, actually? Leon's surprised and impressed because, despite how More had to ask for clarification, he pretty much nailed it. Guess he does have the equivalent of a magical girl in his world.

Even funnier that he seems so embarrassed after such a display.]

Woah. Where'd that confidence go, all of a sudden?

[CLAPPING]

You're never too old to be cute and sparkly, More.

[akademise]

[ He's dying here, Leon!! ]

The dissonance between who I was and who I am... is a little overwhelming at times.

[ Okay, okay, he'll look back up and smile, even if he still looks frazzled. ]

Yet I would not allow you to doubt my follow-through on the tasks you set before me.

[combathatchet]

[suffer]

I never doubted it.

[And he doesn't! He has faith that More will do what's necessary when needed; even if that's, uh, doing a magical girl impression.

"The dissonance between who I was and who I am-"] Are you saying that's something you used to do, though?

[Maybe not specifically "transform" like that, but. Give that kinda energy?]

[akademise]

No, just...

[ He grimaces a little. ]

Moments like this make me feel the gulf between my current being and the bedridden old man I now remember myself to be.

[combathatchet]

[...Ah.

Leon supposes that makes sense.]

It must feel surreal. And maybe not always a friendly reminder, either. [All depends on how you look at it, really.]

[akademise]

Surreal only just begins to describe it.

[ Who or what is he? He doesn't know! What can he do about it? He doesn't know!

So he just picks up his government-assigned sailor uniform instead. ]

So let us simply look at the bright side - the shape I am in is certainly a more pleasing fit for what you are making me do.

[combathatchet]

We take our silver linings when we can.

[Though he doesn't think it will override the fact that More doesn't know how to feel about being in that body, but he'll opt not to say that aloud.

... ]

I'm not going to tell you how you should feel about it, but I will say I'm glad you can magical girl pose with the best of them.

[akademise]

That is good enough for this moment, I would say. Though I have not yet completed the transformation, so give me just a moment.

[ In an attempt to (awkwardly) smooth over the awkwardness that is bringing up his Rotting Geriatric Body, he gives a wink before he seeks out the nearer bathroom in the hopes that it is free for changing within. ]

[combathatchet]

[Well! He nods, and will cross his arms and wait patiently for More's Big Appearance.]

[akademise]

[ As expected, it takes a moment for More to change. When he returns he seems as if he had shrunk a good ten centimeters because his usual heeled shoes are part of his bodysuit. Right now, he is barefoot, not having bothered to return all the way to his room to grab different shoes. He's also done away with the ever-present beret in order to complete the transformation. ]

This is quite the novel experience. I do feel a little exposed.

[ He laughs lightly, looking down at his bare legs. He doesn't usually show much skin at all, unless it's in something like beachwear. ]

[combathatchet]

[A sailor suit and beret combo? Cute.

He laughs, too, when he sees More — but at the remark, not at how he looks. Honestly? He pulls it off!]

I'm not a "show off my legs" guy, either, so I get it. But would it sound weird if I said it suits you? [pun maybe intended]

[akademise]

[ Despite the weird burst of age dysphoria earlier, More's smile brightens a little and he... he curtsies, this is the level of silly we're dealing with now. Gotta take advantage of a skirt while we have it, it's not a gesture he got to try before! ]

I will graciously accept the compliment... though it shall not buy more than the promised hour before I return to trousers.