MINGLE | WEEK TWO

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MINGLE LOG | WEEK 2
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Greetings, house guests. Surely you're getting into the swing of things, by now? Though, a friendly reminder: there is no escape.


Sunday is, once again, a quiet and likely somber day. At least, until there's one hopefully welcome surprise: belongings from back home that you may have missed will be delivered to your rooms today, if you did not come in with them. (Note: these should be the personal items from your applications, if your characters don't already have them on hand. The dead's personal items WILL NOT be appearing.)

Iris, Shauna, and anyone else in the house who might be considered a mother will also find a red carnation in a small vase by their bedsides. Enjoy these small creature comforts. You have earned them.

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

Come Monday, everyone will once again wake up to a most unpleasant surprise: their motive for the week. This one is more immediately apparent than the last; the house's hunger has not been sated.

Pratibha is, once again, nowhere to be found, but this time, she's absent every day this week. What's up with that? (Should you feel strongly about this, you may attempt to find her.)

Bucking tradition, this week's first puzzle also arrives on Monday; it unlocks, of all things, a huge wardrobe full of fancy clothes. What could all this be for?

On Tuesday, the second puzzle appears; and it unlocks, this time, a grand ballroom.

On Wednesday, it will become clear what this week's locations are for. Because the ballroom doors open by themselves at 6 PM sharp, and reveal:

A ball. Splendid and scintillating, this gracefully lit space is warmed by the sound of distant music that has no apparent source. There are tables for food and drink, and more tables besides at which to sit. The star, however, is the dance floor; are you feeling brave enough to step out there? More importantly: with whom as your partner?

The windows display only endless green forest before night falls. Twilight and rising darkness paint the ballroom in shadows and shades of gold. All of it is enchanting and lovely to behold. The ballroom even sports numerous little nooks for ... privacy.

Remember, above all, rule 5: Get to know each other. Become friends. Become more. Who cares. Just do it.

Thursday brings calm after the busy storm of the ball. Rest, recuperate, and reflect; you all know what tomorrow brings.

Friday is investigation time once again. The investigation post will go live at 3 PM EST, 5/16.

Saturday is the day of your second real ritual. You may find the ritual post here at 12 PM EST, 5/17.

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday

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THURSDAY

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Investies~

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[TECHNICALLY Thursday, after the ball, Luis heads to the library in the hopes of catching the house while it's still in a good mood from the ball.

He's still ready to move quick, but. Maybe he's slightly less likely to get bit.

This is someone's personal library, si? Then he's going to look for personal documents.

Everyone leaves codex entries just laying around, right?]

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[Well, LuiOHGOD THE SHELVES ARE TRYING TO EAT YOU, RUN!!!!!

Oh, wait, no, it's not the bookshelf itself (itshelf). A couple of books have just fallen off that high corner shelf, up there against the wall.]

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¡Joder!

[Oh wait no, nothing is coming after him. He goes over and picks up one of the books from the floor.]

What's this?

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[It looks like a journal. Not so unlike the ones you all were given, but not exactly the same, either.]

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[Well we all know that journals never contain fucked up lore!]

Oh ho~. ¡Gracias, casita! Now let's see who you belong to, eh?

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[On the inside front page is a single, short name:

Eui.

It's also written in shaky Korean (의) and even shakier Chinese (義).]

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[Oh.

Luis flips through to make sure there's none of it that he can read (he may be a polyglot but the languages he knows are all Western, unfortunately), and then gently runs his hand over the cover.

He came straight from the ball, didn't think about pockets, but he tucks it carefully under his fitted vest, before reaching for the other book that fell.]

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[Oh, the other book's just a book that fell along with the journal. Like a cat poked its paw at the books from behind and happened to pop these two out together. Let's say it's a book of fairy tales.

That said, the journal is not written in either Korean or Chinese. It's either in a language Luis can read or is otherwise subject to the translation mechanic that allows everyone here to understand one another.

It's just that the pages are mostly blank.

One random page somewhere in the middle, however, offers a few weird sentences (with room for more, as if they might appear later, in time):

"The house wasn't always like this."
"Pratibha fell first."
"The house has been invaded by an unwelcome guest."]

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[OH okay it's just her name is written trilingually.

In that case he dwells on that page for a few minutes, a confused and worried furrow on his brow.]

"Pratibha fell first...?"

[Are there any pages that do have writing on them that he could use to compare and see if this is Eui's handwriting? Or another indication if these lines came later?]

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[There are a couple pages towards the beginning with recipes. They're untitled, but if he reads and parses them, it seems like they might be for Korean food.

The handwriting there appears to be a match for the weird sentences, too.]

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[Delicious. Unfortunately Korean restaurants weren't very prolific back in 2004 Europe, but he figures no one else would be writing recipes in one of these journals besides its owner. So, educated guess for the same conclusion.

Are there any pages that may have been torn out (e.g. where the profiles are in his journal)?]

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[There are not. It isn't exactly the same kind of journal; it looks like the book itself is at least a decade old, though what's written in it might be newer.

The weird sentences in particular seem like they were written in quite freshly. Within-the-last-couple-weeks kind of freshly.]

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[Hm. Much to consider.

Is there anything else to note about the journal and/or its contents before we move on?]

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[Nothing else to note! ...For now.]

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[Then he will continue the planned look around the library that he was going to have before he got jumpscared, looking for genealogy records or building plans or, well, other journals.

Science never stops at just one!]