[ 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

[yesterbloom]

Mr. More, can I take a closer look?

[ echinacea isn't the nicest or politest girl ever, but she still likes to extend courtesy when she can. ]

[akademise]

Of course you may.

[ More sets his pen aside and hands her the notebook proper. ]

It is merely an exercise in remembrance... A sentimentality.

[yesterbloom]

It's a kind gesture.

[ she takes the notebook and looks it over more closely. the sentiment makes her smile. ]

I'm not a connoisseur, but you really are talented.

[akademise]

You are too kind, but it is merely the practice of many years shining through. Though I did illustrate my novel personally, I would not consider myself an artist per se.

[ So many of his drawings are just sketches done for scholarly reference on one subject or another, so he doesn't feel like it fully counts. ]

[yesterbloom]

Are you an author?

[akademise]

[ He nods. ]

I am. The novel I wrote was a fantasy, a dream of a utopia completely unlike the world I hail from.

[yesterbloom]

That sounds like a story I'd like to read.