[ 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

[incurse]

[ Desperate times call for desperate measures... ]

It's got to be someone messing with us. No one would actually take a butter knife as a weapon. [ ...thinks of some of the people in this house ] ...I hope.

[fbwhy]

... I don't think it's out of the question.

[incurse]

...Would you?

[ HE'S JUST. MAKING SURE. ]

[fbwhy]

If I absolutely had to defend myself.

[ But-- ]

... But you can search my room or anywhere else. I didn't take them. I'm more... flight than fight.

[incurse]

[ ...Yeah, that's not hard to believe. ]

Still, if you're looking for a way to defend yourself, I could try to show you a few things that might help.

[fbwhy]

A few things...?

[ She blinks at him. ]

What, like hand-to-hand?

[incurse]

Yeah! Some self-defense might come in handy just in case -- you know.

[fbwhy]

In case someone tries to stab me with a butter knife or worse.

[ All the knives are gone, after all. ]

[incurse]

Right. Everyone's on edge right now. A few extra precautions can't hurt.

[fbwhy]

Right... w-well, if you're offering, then...

[ Sure. Better than running and shoving zombies down long enough to stab them-- ]

[incurse]

[ That's the spirit, Grace!! ]

Great! There's enough room in the garden -- if you want to start now, I mean.

[fbwhy]

Let's do it, then.

[ Maybe people will want to kill her less if they see she can hurt them slightly with her bare hands-- ]

[incurse]

Alright! Let's go!

[ He looks genuinely excited! Smash cut to a training montage to 80s music that makes Grace look... competent enough!!! ]

[fbwhy]

[ My god! She's doing adequately! ]

[incurse]

[ After a good amount of time going over the basics and showing her a neat way to break someone's sternum: ]

Wanna take a break? Maybe the kitchen's restocked by now.

[ narrator voice: it was not ]

[fbwhy]

Maybe people have stolen food, too.

[ A little wryly. ]

[incurse]

[ It's only a matter of time... ]

Sheesh...you might be right. Where are people keeping all this stuff they're taking, anyway?

[fbwhy]

I don't know. I haven't seen anything like that show up in our room.

[incurse]

I haven't seen anything in mine, either. Maybe it's the mannequins doing it to get back at us for last week.