[ 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]

[ Kalim......... ]

Your idealism never fails to inspire.

[ He does not think that the killer who cut Yves up this way is ever going to feel that kind of guilt but, he also does not think that his pessimism should infect others on that front. So instead: ]

Where do you believe would be a good place for it?

[asimilate]

[He will carry this entire game on his back through the power of his delusions]

Maybe the library?

[akademise]

Ah, my usual haunt. A fine choice. After all, a library is fundamentally a testament to the past - carrying the feelings and knowledge once written into the future.

[ Yeah, he is getting sold on this idea. ]

I will have to refine the portraits beyond mere sketches if I am to honor them publicly, however,

[asimilate]

[All of this flies over his head but he nods along supportively anyway.]

I'm not much of an artist, but let me know if you need help, okay?