[ 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

garden!

[fixtures]

[ Hello, More... Giselle is out here tending to the garden as well, pruning any errant weeds and such. She's been transplanting some of the spider lilies over to Yves' grave, as well... ]

Come to pay your respects, my dear?

[akademise]

[ Giselle is such a hard worker... Though More grew up with maids attending to his every whim, he has since learned to not take that kind of labor for fully granted. Least of all when the person in question isn't even being paid for it. ]

I have... Having been able to bury them is a small solace.

[ It's nice to have a grave to tend to at all. He looks at the spider lilies. ]

Did Yves like these flowers?

[fixtures]

Yes... he did.

[ She comments, bringing over one of the flowers sat upon a bed of soft, damp dirt. Cupped in both hands as she approaches. ]

He mentioned they were important to him. Though I was unable to learn why, in the brief time we knew one another.

[akademise]

Then I truly must thank you for honoring him with them. The rest of the bloom was chosen by Patriarch and myself, but we could only choose based on our own limited associations.

[ In hindsight, More feels a bit sheepish that he hadn't gone around the group and asked for input, but Sunday was a day of such grief and confusion that it simply hadn't crossed his mind. ]

[fixtures]

[ At that, she shakes her head. ]

This is, perhaps, all I can do...

[ Truly. She kneels down next to the grave, finding a perfect spot for the crimson bloom. ]

I don't imagine his spirit will find rest, soon.

[akademise]

To have been granted a second chance and then have it ripped from him so quickly...

[ More hadn't learned about that from Yves himself, but hearing about it in trial really struck a nerve with him. ]

It appeared as though his heart was crying out for life and connections, not yet through with its earthly existence.