[ 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

[costars]

[ oh. he's being apologized to. that's the last thing he expects and it prompts him to quickly raise his hands and shake his heads. ]

N-no, it's not your fault at all! It was all we had at the time....and I believed it too.

[ that the killer might have been tall, not that he specifically might have been the killer. ]

If it's anyone's fault, it's whoever decided to make this show. Besides, I didn't end up dying anyway. Tsukasa....

[ sorry, he has to turn away so he can sniffle and lift up his bag slightly to wipe his eyes. ]

[akademise]

[ There is no shame in crying about this. More himself feels his stomach tie into knots when he thinks about the 'execution'. ]

He was admirable.

[ It's not a platitude. Above anything, More keeps thinking about the way Tsukasa so steadfastly refused the injustice that was about to take place, and his chest tightens. ]

No words could be spoken to lift the burden of his sacrifice, and no true solace can be found in his absence... but for what little it is worth, I remain certain that sparing you allowed him to leave no regrets.

[costars]

[ but what about HIS regrets.... :( no, just kidding. ]

I would have had a million regrets...I guess I'm glad that if he had to go, it was standing up for what he believed in.

[ even if he still wishes tsukasa hadn't had to go at all. ]

What about you, Mister More? Do you have a lot of regrets?

[akademise]

[ Tamon, you cannot just ask him this. More looks taken aback for a moment, then smiles - eyes distant this time. ]

My regrets are more numerous than I care to recount.