MINGLE | WEEK ONE

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MINGLE LOG | WEEK 1
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Greetings, house guests. You must be a little more familiar with how things work around here now. There is no escape.

One thing does seem to have changed: characters can now freely investigate the now unlocked Crypt.

On Sunday, nothing much at all happens. Better take the time to rest, recuperate, and decide your next steps. Maybe you have people you want to talk to after that … shit show? Now’s the time: unload those feelings.

Alternatively, with the pantry open with plenty of food available, why not wander into the kitchen for a snack and a chat with whoever is there?

(Don't forget to check out the post-trial afterparty!)

Come Monday, everyone will make up to a most unpleasant surprise: their motive for the week.

Unfortunately for those characters with questions about the motive, Pratibha is nowhere to be found afterwards. Additionally, all the profile entries for Leona, Phoenix, and Yoojin have changed. It’s a fairly clear indicator that they are dead. Enjoy this useful information!

On Tuesday, there are two noticeable changes. The first is that there is a new puzzle. The second thing? Pratibha’s presence. She's finally back. Why was she missing on Sunday and Monday? Why does she seem so … out of it? She’s all curled up in the laundry room this time, intermittently snoozing in the little nook off to one side.

On Wednesday, Pratibha is gone again. And so, unfortunately, is one of your own. What happened? Who is it? All subsequent headers, including Wednesday's, will be frozen until a Wednesday event can take place. We will announce to the playerbase once Wednesday's thread is live for you to investigate!

Thursday brings a very specific change: after 9 PM, no one get into, or out of, your rooms. Plan wisely. You may get stuck in the halls, which might be fine … except we know what happened last Thursday night.

Thursday also brings with it another new puzzle.

Friday is investigation time The investigation post will go live at 3 PM EST, 5/9.

Saturday is the day of your “first” real ritual. You may find the ritual post here at 12 PM EST, 5/10.

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday

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Comments

[selfreliar]

['I'm not usually this...'

Aqua's eyes widen slightly.]

Lortel. When you touched Kingscholar's blot magic--the one that amplifies negative emotions--did it feel like you do now?

[richesse]

[ sits bolt upright. ]

Yes. Like… like all my genitive feelings are just so much worse. I was annoyed with Leona but it exploded into me shoving him. I’m a paranoid person because I have to be, but it’s not usually this bad.

Could this be … could this have something to do with his blot? Did the house… eat that, too?

[selfreliar]

Could be. [Why not? What won't this house eat?] Or it's imitating it, or... something similar might be happening coincidentally. As unlikely as that is.

[...]

It's not just you. I think something's cranking up my emotions, too. And I don't... think I have any magic.

[richesse]

… we should tell the others. If this is Leona’s blot affecting us all… I’m worried what will happen on Thursday.

[selfreliar]

Yeah.

[Thursday's the one night mentioned in the rules. The one night the doors double-lock.]

It would help to gather everyone at once, if we can. The way the house shifts must be meant to confuse and separate us. To combat it, we have to actively come together and share what information we have.

[richesse]

[ … ]

Should we tell Luis and Leon, first? Between the four of us we could probably get something organized.

[selfreliar]

Probably. People will ask fewer questions of them.

[Oh, to be a fully-grown man.]

[richesse]

Hmm. You’re right. That’s annoying. Ah, well.

[selfreliar]

[He smiles thinly.]

Right? What a pain.

[richesse]

[ glances at him. ]

You never answered my question. Not honestly, anyway. Are you alright?

[selfreliar]

...No. I've been told I'm the "gloomy" type, but I wouldn't ordinarily seek out a literal crypt to brood in.

[He doesn't actually have chuunibyou.]

Like I said, I think I'm affected, too.

[richesse]

[ Lortel lifts a hand, as if she might be reaching to take one of his own—

—then arrests herself, letting her hand fall. ]

… tell me if it gets worse. I can handle being paranoid, but I don’t like the idea of…

[ Aqua just … hurting. It affects her more than she thought it would. ]

[selfreliar]

...Of what?

[Though his eyes look tired and distant, he's not letting her off the hook this time.]

[richesse]

… you. Feeling like this. It worries me.

[selfreliar]

[He looks down to where her hand fell.]

...You don't have to worry.

[None of these feelings are new. The blot, if this is what it is, just amplifies what was already there. Aqua lifts his gaze to her face once more.]

I'm not going anywhere. If nothing else... I owe you, don't I?

[richesse]

… I suppose you do.

[ she doesn’t seem wholly reassured. ]

Cw: suicidal implications

[selfreliar]

...I'll tell you if it gets worse.

[He fiddles with his hood again, then continues.]

Guilt. Self-blame. ...A strong sense that I shouldn't... be here.

[His expression takes on a more irritated cast as he closes his eyes.]

That teenage feeling that no one can understand me and never will. Angst? That's what I'm feeling.

[richesse]

I’m taking it you don’t mean that in the sense that none of us should be here.

[ drums her fingers on the pew, thoughtful. ]

You don’t have to downplay it. Feeling like you shouldn’t be here is …

[ opens her mouth. her breath shakes in her chest. ]

… I know what that’s like, [ she admits, in a whisper. ]

[selfreliar]

...

[Aqua can't be sure, in this moment, whether she's telling him the truth or not.

All the same, he eventually lowers one hand from his hoodie and places it on the pew between them. Slowly, he curls just his pinky around hers.

Whether or not they should be, they are here. Both of them, somehow.

Actors can communicate with just their movements.]

[richesse]

[ It’s because it’s this moment that she’s being honest. She would never on her life admit that, otherwise.

Dipping her head and turning her chin away from him, she curls her pinky back through his.

She’s no actress. Right now, she’s just a scared, unhappy girl. ]

[selfreliar]

...For what it's worth...

[His voice is a quiet murmur.]

It's been better for me that you're here, than not.

[richesse]

[ stares at him just long enough to make her obvious rising blush clear

mouth ajar, she clears her throat and looks away again. Curls her pinkie. ]

… the circumstances weren’t ideal, of course, but … I’m glad we met.