[ 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

[akademise]

[ Maybe Yves' ghost stole all their knives and forks as an act of revenge.

More sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with a hand. ]

While we have learned now that our host will graciously offer us supplies if asked, I somehow doubt he would go that far with it.

[ He doesn't know what a metal detector truly is but the words are self explanatory enough that he doesn't feel like Asking. ]

[lowprofiles]

Huh, ya think?

[This would be extra funny if the spear was still sticking out of the sink but who knows with the mystery that is rp time.]

What’s the biggest thing you’ve asked for?

[akademise]

I haven't made any request for myself just yet... though I am beginning to get curious about attempting it.

[ Less out of great personal need and more to test it out. ]

The greatest gift I have seen, however, is my roommates' quite massively expanded wardrobe.

[lowprofiles]

[He hums and imagines what would happen if his roommates asked for that too, but also one of them is Haruaki so maybe let’s stop thinking about that.]

That’s it? If they really care ‘bout their ratings that much, they should wanna give us stuff that’s REALLY out there, ya know? Like a box full of steak or something.

[This makes sense, it’s fine.]

[akademise]

Given our dwindling supply of meals, this would make for a rather useful gift, but...

[ More pauses for a moment, unsure how to put this. ]

Do you imagine our companions would descend upon the steaks like beasts starved, for it to be so entertaining to watch?

[ Like. It's just eating?? ]

[lowprofiles]

Nah, it's 'cuz they're illegal! Or a 'controlled substance'. Whatever.

[Don't quote him on the exact terminology, he's not a legal expert.]

They're already out for our blood, so they might as well, right?

[akademise]

Huh?

[ No, really. HUH?!

More is from a society quite different from everyone else here, so for all he knows this is a normal state of affairs for everybody, yet it seems... strange, surely? ]

I will have to ask you to elaborate for a moment. What lead to steaks being subject of such legislation?