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MINGLE | WEEK TWO
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.
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...I don't know.
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Ranma was... nice.
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[ At the lack of immediate rejection, Leon crosses the room and sits down on one of the armchairs across from Yuri, perched on the edge of the seat and resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. ]
He was a good kid. Wish I could've gotten to know him better.
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...I don't know how much longer I can do this anymore...
cw: passing discussion of suicidal thoughts
[ Snap and kill someone? Give up and kill yourself? Neither of those are options as far as Leon is concerned, and he sure hopes Yuri isn't considering them either. ]
We keep moving. One foot in front of the other, one day at a time. Sometimes that's all there is to do.
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...
[Yuri takes a shaky breath, putting the book down and burying her face in her hands.]
I d- don't know... how to do that... All of this belongs in a novel.
[Yuri doesn't want to resign herself... but she really needs someone to support her right now. She really misses her literature club. She misses her school, she misses her home...]
...I think I'm starting to begin missing people making fun of me...
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[ He still has mornings where he wonders, in that space between sleep and fully waking, if everything since Raccoon City was some kind of dream, or something he imagined somehow. It doesn't feel like something that should happen, to him or to anyone.
At the rest of that comment, he frowns, though. ]
You get made fun of a lot, back home? [ He doesn't sound surprised. People don't usually wind up as ready to apologize for everything as Yuri is by accident. But he is very concerned. ]