[ 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

[combathatchet]

Really? I wouldn't have guessed that — especially for someone who goes from world to world as their job.

[daseine]

Yes. The beginning and middle are all different, but the end is always the same.

[combathatchet]

And that end being...?

[Maybe he can hazard a guess, given what he knows so far, but he does want to hear the details. And hey, maybe he's wrong-]

[daseine]

The Empire wins, one way or another.

[ nah it's kind of like that- ]

[combathatchet]

[welp]

No one's been able to put up a good enough fight, otherwise? Do you even get that much resistance?

[daseine]

That part isn't under my purview, remember? I'm the one who comes in when all is said and done.

[ but he still Sees the lead up beforehand, if not firsthand but in reports. ]

[combathatchet]

No, but I figured you'd know if such-and-such planet wasn't so keen on having someone else come in and run things.

[daseine]

Ah, well, there are some who put up a resistance naturally. But it never lasts too long.

[combathatchet]

[bruh]

But you'd rather be surprised, one day? That could be a dirty little secret, you know.

[daseine]

[ he smiles, easy. ]

The Empire doesn't demand loyalty, only results.

[ funny that, but maybe that's why he feels able to speak like he has. ]

[combathatchet]

[Huh, now that strikes him as odd. An Empire that doesn't require loyalty first and foremost?]

Wouldn't it be hard to achieve one without the other?

[daseine]

In most cases, yes. But for us, we're allowed to speak as we like, as long as we follow orders.

[ he's still a good soldier. he's just also a soldier who gives lip. ]

[combathatchet]

[You know, Leon's a little bit like that, too. It's a small thing to relate about, even if the rest... is not something... he's sure he can.]

...I have more "truth" questions. Do I get a bonus one?

[daseine]

If I get to answer you a question of my own, sure.

[combathatchet]

Absolutely, it's only fair.

[So then!]

Have you been a part of this Empire for your whole life?

[daseine]

[ phone how did you even autocorrect that- anyway. ]

No. [ an easy answer, but not a defined one. ]

Do you have a dream? If so, what is it?

[combathatchet]

[No? That's not what he expected. But apparently that's all he's getting out of him, so Leon has to think about the question in turn.]

That's very... long-term. I've stopped thinking that way.

[When you don't know if you'll survive the next assignment-]

But I... think so, yeah. I want to make the world a safer place for those living in it.

[daseine]

An admirable dream with a tint of realism.

[ it is a long term thought, but isn't that what dreams are made of? ]