MINGLE | WEEK THREE

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MINGLE LOG | WEEK 3
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Another week gone, and with it, two of your number. Nine of you--or ten, depending on whom you count as yours--are dead. And still, there is no escape.


Pratibha won't turn up on her own this week, but you may be able to reach her if you try. For some reason, she seems particularly scarce every day but Thursday.


Sunday arrives this time with no mysteriously provided gifts, but if you gather together anyway, perhaps you'll find your spirits lifted by a sense of presence?

[cw: hallucinations]
On Monday morning, the house's next attempt to force you all to murder is not necessarily immediately apparent. As the day creeps on, you might catch a flicker of something from the corner of your eye, or hear a murmur when you're sure you're alone. Maybe Anemone was right to worry about losing your minds.

((Mod note: If you don't want to play with this particular motive, let us know! Like Week 1's blot motive, we've provided temporary IC outs in the motive announcement under Monday's header, and you should ALWAYS choose OOCly not to engage with something that isn't right for you, for whatever reason.))

Whatever your mental state, the house's dread ritual continues on. Those solving Tuesday's puzzle will actually find they have a couple days to complete it; once they find all the clues, they're welcome to ask their fellow living housemates for help actually making use of them. Solving the puzzle completely earns you the key to an indoor pool, though the stiff cover over the jacuzzi remains locked tight.

Pool party on Wednesday, anyone? No? It's fine; the day is yours to do with what you will.

Starting Thursday's puzzle requires that all parts of Tuesday's be completed, and once you're done, you can have yourselves a cozy, lovely dinner party. If you're up to it, anyway. If not, you'll also have the key to that jacuzzi, so soak those troubles away with hot water and jets.

Friday is investigation time once again. The investigation post will go live at 3 PM EST, 5/23.

Saturday is the day of your third real ritual. You may find the ritual post here at 12 PM EST, 5/24.

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday

code bases by tricklet

Comments

[doctopoda]

What -

[He whips around, then stops to squint at her. All four claws look as well, spinning and clicking.]

...Pratibha...?

[inlocked]

It’s me! It’s me. It’s just me. [ approaches, but slowly, cautiously. she’s not scared of him; she just doesn’t want to freak him out, actually. ]

It wasn’t… I’m really sorry. It wasn’t real.

[doctopoda]

Right...

[He takes his sunglasses off entirely - a rare occurrence - to scrub his hands over his face.]

Right, yes. I'm sorry, I know that. [He does, really. Somewhere.]

[inlocked]

…

[ pads over to him and just gives him a hug. ]

Stupid. What’re you apologizing for.

[doctopoda]

[He chuckles wetly, embracing her back for a moment.]

I shouldn't lose my temper. That's how this is going to get someone killed.

[That's easy enough to see. Leon's already pulled a knife on him. Otto could contain most people here non-lethally, he thinks, but most of them wouldn't be so lucky.]

[inlocked]

You shouldn’t be going through this. I’m the one that’s sorry, goddammit.

[ she seems emotional, a little—angry and sad and a thousand things. She’ll step back, but only because he let go—she’d have lingered, if he let her. ]

Who wouldn’t get pissed at being—being fucking taunted by—this fucking house!

I keep fucking wishing you guys would just blame me. Then at least you could direct your anger at…

[ … something they could hurt.

She trails off, deflating. ]

[doctopoda]

Hey. Hey - it's alright.

[He'll step a little closer as she deflates, reaching out again. It's a quiet moment or two before he goes on:]

I...when I got stuck with these, I blamed someone else at first. I...wanted to believe it was someone else's fault, anyone else. And because of that, I just made everything so much worse than it already was.

[He's being vague, still. He's starting to feel like he shouldn't be. But the particulars of the situation aren't important just now.]

I don't intend to do that again. Not to you, or anyone else.

[inlocked]

[ there’s this wobbling little frown on her face, but eventually she nods and swallows hard. ]

You’re right. You’re right, it’s … I just feel so helpless.

[doctopoda]

[Glancing quickly around at whoever might be left in the foyer at this point.]

I think we've all been struggling with that. I still feel as though I should have been able to save some of them.

[Ranma. Yuri, if only by extension. Viktor, Phoenix.]