beachepisode | [ week two: mingle ]

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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[Sighs, but then offers him a lopsided grin.]

Yup. Complete with catchphrase and everything.

Catchphrase, catchphrase.... Right.

[He shuffles a little, moving his hands and feet around like he's actually about to rehearse something -- does some stretches even! Muttering about better shows than this etc. etc.

Eventually:]

Keep your eyes peeled, 'cause this is a today-only event.

[Or like, don't because between the length of the skirt and the way he usually moves you have absolutely condemned someone or someones in this manor to be flashed at some point today. F.]

[One, and a two, and he springs onto the couch and points. It is way too bombastic to be magical-girl adjacent but we're ad-libbing.

Somehow the couch has not tilted over, small mercies.]

Fighting duels by moonlight! Saving lives by daylight! Always running like a real flight!! They are the one naaaamed--

[Please note that at this point he claps twice and flips to a different couch, then yeets out of the room entirely.]

--Saaaaiilor Jupiter!

[Why Jupiter. Who knows, but he comes skidding back in with the sailor uniform swirling in the breeze in a surprisingly short amount of time.

Please picture this pose, by the way. ☆]

[Good god, everyone really gets into it, doesn't they? You know, that's a good thing; it means some people's spirits have not been utterly trashed in week 2 to avoid doing silly things like this, and Leon takes that as a net positive.

And this is definitely one of the crazier "transformations" he's seen, but it's so funny—and that pose—that you have to give him a moment to laugh first, sorry.]

Oh my god.

[Eventually, he just claps.]

Bravo, Sailor Jupiter. I can't decide if I'm surprised or not.

I've done crazier things on a dare.

[Sometimes!! You commit to the bit. He straightens up and brushes off the skirt a bit so it's not riding up from the entirely unnecessary acrobatics.

Strikes another silly pose, by the by. Why not, when one is in costume.]

Can't say I've actually watched much of this kinda show, but I always thought Jupiter sounded like a good place to go messing around.

[Let's ignore the laws of gravity and physics, we're magical girls in this joint.]