[ 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

[changel]

[clasps her hands together with a smile]

Would you care to share one, then? I think I'd like to hear you sing.

[voring]

Sure! I can sing one for you!

[AND FOR THEIR DEAD FRIENDS... WHEREVER THEY ARE OUT THERE...

im too lazy to look up a song but he probably sings some stupid catchy earworm and is pretty decent because he doesn't sing a lot but he unfortunately for some reason has a natural tendency to excel at things.]

[changel]

[assuming it's a modern earworm, then it is a style of music with which her classically trained self is wholly unfamiliar. but she listens with fascination, and even claps when he is done!]

Wonderful! You have a lovely voice, Mister Obikawa.

[voring]

[It's absolutely a modern earworm... Even if it was classical, it would be classical from an entirely different part of the world, maybe. Unless she's also familiar with Russian culture! Then he could swing something more familiar.

But for now, he just preens.]

I do! [DOES HE.] It's a good one, right? They should be glad I'm singing to them!

[changel]

[she is a little, actually!!]

Hehe, I'm certain they feel quite honored.

[holds a hand out to Obkiawa! without any explanation??]

[voring]

[Russian classical songs next......]

Good! [But he looks at her hand and at her like ? and then mirrors the gesture.] What're we doing?

[changel]

[takes his hand!! holds it gently, her smile softening]

Thank you for humoring me. Whether it was your intention or not, you have lifted my spirits.

[voring]

[The way this gesture so obviously baffles him like no one has ever done this before. THE ? IS PALPABLE.]

Oh. [JUST OH. He continues to never say please thank you or you're welcome.] Were your spirits down?

[PEOPLE DIED.]

[changel]

[it's okay. she's going to continue to hold his hand. because she can]

They were, yes. [PEOPLE DIED] But they are much better now, thanks to you.

[voring]

[PRINCESS PLEASE........ He will just let her have paw though, he doesn't seem to mind. He has very warm hands and they're not even sweaty!]

Just 'cuz I sang?