[ 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

[descendia]

[ He chuckles again with how More plays along rather than actually being grossed out as would be, well. Accurate, honestly. ]

That is not untrue. Perhaps unfortunate for the ambiance that I would hope for when reading, but needs must. It's not impossible that I've done exactly what you say before and just don't remember.

[ Whether because of Albrecht's meddling or just being unimportant, he couldn't say, though. ]

Better than I, at any rate. I grew used to field food, but I would take a banquet any day over the slurries.

[ As for cutting the bread, it's working... alright? It is about the halfway point that it's starting to crumble in on itself, so with a shrug, Roathe just turns his finger to swipe through it towards the outside instead to make half of the slice. He hands that off and starts again with the bottom portion. ]

It will be smaller pieces, but usable, at least.

[akademise]

[ More places the bread fragments on his plate before he claps his hands softly, a play at applause without actually generating too much noise. Breakfast is saved!! ]

More than good enough to nourish me. I might have just foregone my meal altogether if it weren't for you, which I admit is a bad habit. Preparing food just always seems to take time away from more important things...

[ He's a horrible nerd and every minute not spent with a book is wasted!!! ]

[descendia]

Considering you do not find the slurry completely unpalatable, I am getting that impression.

[ It’s still dry, more sarcastic than it is teasing, but hey. It does seem like Roathe’s stern coldness has lightened up, so it’s progress. Cutting the other rough half of the bread goes more quickly once he’s not being as careful to have it crumble in on itself, so he hands over the other piece promptly. ]

But I understand it, mind you. I am no cook myself. It is never something I even considered, really.