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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 didn't see the other... victims' bodies, but this one was... it was bad. And it was Saotome. [He lowers his arm, wrapping it loosely around himself instead.] We all liked him, didn't we?
[He was a loudmouth, sure, but he was a good guy. He did his best, always.]
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And... yeah. Can't speak for anyone else, but he was a good kid. Stubborn, but in the right ways. Feels wrong talking about him in the past tense already.
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[After a couple beats, Aqua sits up and scoots to the edge of his mattress, so he doesn't have to hunch beneath the top bunk so much. He clasps his hands between his knees and stares at them.]
Sixteen is... too young. He should've had a long, bright future ahead of him.
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[ He thinks about Manuela and Sherry, put through their own living hells before they even would've graduated high school. Or junior high, in Sherry’s case. Leon’s not thrilled about the course his own life has taken, but at least he was old enough to have gone through some training first. ]
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...I hope... he gets a second chance. Somewhere far, far away from here.
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[ Leon is not a spiritual or religious man, and hasn't been for a long time if he could ever be called one in the first place, as someone who mostly treated church gatherings as a social activity growing up. He hasn't had it in him to put faith in any higher power, plan, or purpose since Raccoon City, and packaged up with all that went his ability to believe in a kind or just afterlife.
Maybe here, though. Maybe he can at least hope there's something better, after all this. ]
I hope so too.