[ 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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property damage

[murderhost]

Don't reply to this top level! It's specifically to log any changes or damage to the property that happen over the course of the game. Please message us on discord with any updates so we can edit appropriately.

Changes:

As of Sunday:

• Tsukasa's body has been buried next to Yves' in the garden. Flowers have been rehomed from the rest of the garden to be planted on top of the graves instead. Both graves have this flower. Yves' grave additionally has Agapanthus and Tsukasa's has a sunflower.

As of Monday:

• The gun has disappeared.
• The spear has been shoved point first into the garbage disposal. The garbage disposal was turned on. The spear is just sticking out of the sink now and kind of fucked up!
• The spear has disappeared.
• The clothes, the make up, and the tablet have been absconded with as well. The sailor uniforms are still in the living room.
• All the kitchen knives have disappeared.
• The forks are gone now too. Oops.
• Some of the underwear has disappeared. Not all of it. Enough for one person.
• A week's supply of nonperishable food has disappeared. Things someone can eat without prep. Enough for one person.
  
• At some point late at night, a note appears in the middle of the dining room table, weighed down by palm-sized rocks from the garden. The rocks are wet with black craft paint.
  
  The note reads:
  THERE ARE ROLES OTHER THAN MAFIA.
  
  WIN = GET GOOD RATINGS.
  
  LOSE = GET BAD RATINGS.

As of Tuesday:

• There will be coconut juice in the fridge.
  
• Leon has taken the finger printing kit in front of god and everyone.
  
• Some of the forks have been returned to the kitchen.
  
• The black painted palm sized rocks have been taken from the dining room.
  
• Most of the premade sweets have been stolen from the kitchen (like cookies, twinkies, etc).

As of Wednesday:

• Mostly on the first floor, there are giant swathes of glowing paint on the walls or groups of stickers spelling out various things in semi-stylized script, mostly FUN TO KILL: TRUE and BLEW UP A BBQ GRILL ONCE. There's also at least a few that say OVERTHROW BUTTERHEARTH.
  
• The washing machine has been fucked up and a bunch of sailor uniforms have been ruined.

As of Thursday:

• There are black-and-white well-rendered ink drawings of Yves and Tsukasa put up on the wall in the library. Both are smiling, of course.

As of Friday:

• Two of the knives from the pile found in the bottom of the office drawer have disappeared.

[asimilate]

[Despite being sprawled out on a pillow nest in the living room, Kalim sleeps through all the thefts and chaos that just happened in the first hour of this mingle going up. Incredible.

This is the whole top level.]

[dissimulative]

[ gets a pack of underwear and lobs it at kalim's face ]

[asimilate]

[He dies instantly]

[asimilate]

[No jk he flails awake]

Whaza--?!

[dissimulative]

[ u wish

Oria laughs a little. ]

Wake up!

[akademise]

[ Today it is notable that More's appearance has received an upgrade. Last week, he hadn't been able to wear any make-up and thus his face has mostly looked deathly pale. This week his full goth power has been unleashed - he's wearing black eye-liner, mascara and also black lipgloss. Maybe the black of all the make-up can draw attention away from the dark circles under his eyes. He hasn't slept well - who would, with all that has transpired?

In the morning, he can be found in the kitchen where he is making an attempt at making himself a sandwich. This means he is currently staring at the cutlery drawer in absolute bafflement. No butter knives? No forks? ]

... it seems we may require house rules.

[ He'll just put the bread back on the shelf. No breakfast for him, he doesn't want to deal with this.

In the later morning hours, he can be found in the garden, watering the flowers on the freshly made graves. His expression is solemn, brows furrowed tightly.

And in the afternoon, he's in the living room seated on one of the couches with Plateau the cat sleeping next to him. More himself is drawing in his notebook. Anyone who looks over his shoulder can see that it's sketches of Yves and Tsukasa. He has their profiles pulled up on the TV, but he seems to only be using them as rough references. The poses the sketches are in are more casual, as if taken from memories of last week's daily life. More's art is really nice, actually.

You can also wildcard me with anything. More can be found in the library a lot, too! ]

[combathatchet]

[Huh! Weird that there are only sailor uniforms and some underwear out here! It's probably fine, right.

At any rate, Leon tears his gaze away from the uniforms, trailing it over to whoever's nearest instead.]




...Truth or dare?

[asimilate]

[I do wish... I do...

He looks around blearily, scratching at the collar of his shirt. He is in the spare clothes provided last week with his nice expensive stuff in a pile on the floor somewhere, unless somebody stole that too. I give the thief permission, if they are reading this.]

What is it? What happened?

[factoring]

[Sipping on coffee and looking at the pile of clothes.]

Truth.

[changel]

[OKAY]

[WELL!!]

[Princess can be found in the kitchen, staring at the ruined sink with a small pot in one hand, like she had intended to fill it with water. . . to boil. . . for morning tea]

. . . oh dear. It appears we are full of pent-up energy.

[alternatively! she can be found outside in the garden, kneeling next to the graves as she hums Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, eyes closed and hands folded in front solemnly]

[alternatively alternatively! one may find Princess in the living room, tapping idly at a few keys on the piano, though she isn't yet playing a song]

[also: she is dressed in a sailor outfit in each one of these prompts. THANK YOU FOR GIVING HER A SKIRT. FINALLY]

[changel]

[. . . ?!]

Truth. . .?

[dissimulative]

[ POOR KALIM.... STOP BULLYING HIM

meanwhile, Oria lobs another pack of underwear at his head. ]

There was a whole bunch of stuff here when I passed by, but now most of it's gone! I'm surprised that didn't wake you up...

[costars]

Oh wow....your art is really good.

[ the voice that rings out from behind him is perhaps familiar but the sight less so. instead of pink hair, there's a brown paper bag with two holes cut out right where eyes would be. the rest of the lanky frame is dressed all in black (stylish, right?) - a lowkey sweatshirt and sweatpants combo. ]

[costars]

[ this is so scary. ]

....Truth?

[ also he's wearing a brown paper bag on his head. dwbi. ]

[combathatchet]

[Truth, huh? He has a feeling that with these sailor outfits looming nearby, those who want to play along might always go for that option... (Or not, who knows.)]

Okay. What's something embarrassing you've done lately?

[incurse]

[ Starting Monday morning, Yuta can be found carrying a slender, sleeve-shaped bag slung over his shoulder everywhere he goes. His roommates will have seen this next to his bed since last Monday, but it's not until today that he's no longer leaving it behind in there. Aside from the new accessory, though, he seems to be doing okay--the windows are finally fixed! That's a relief.

Until he heads into the kitchen to make some breakfast and sees the gouge-marks in the sink. So help him if there's been a murder already this morning....but he soon so discovers the missing cutlery? Hello??? ]

Even the butter knives? Really?

[ Later, he can be found in the new cleaning room! Wow! Sugoi! Giselle will have so much enrichment now. ]

...this feels like a bad sign.

[ Week is sure off to such a rancid start. ]

[costars]

[ carefully tucks him in....yes, he's wearing a paper bag ]

Garden!

[akademise]

[ More spends a lot of the day lingering around the graves, brooding about the horror of their situation and losses, as well as fussing over the flowers (though it is obvious he is no true gardener). When he spots Princess, he goes quiet and waits for her to finish. Only after she unfolds her hands, he approaches. ]

A prayer?

[combathatchet]

[Hums.]

...What's a pet peeve of yours?

[combathatchet]

[Stares for a moment.]

Okay, this isn't my actual question, but: why are you wearing that?

[factoring]

[... Uuuh.

Um...]

What should I be embarrassed about?

[costars]

Oh....it's because I didn't want to scare anyone with how I look.

[ he has been crying off and on for the last few days and has barely slept and also there are no make-up artists here to do his hair or face. :( ]

[combathatchet]

[...help]

...Anything? [no maybe she's just too cool for that] ...Maybe I should rephrase the question. How about — what's something you regret?

[akademise]

[ ... uh. Hm. That's... ]

Why, thank you. I find it calms my mind to commit things to paper, and when words fail then an image may speak instead.

[ ... your... paper bag... ]

Is... this head cover religious in nature?