MINGLE | WEEK FOUR

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MINGLE LOG | WEEK 4
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Another week gone, and with it, two of your number. Only eleven of you remain alive. And still, there is no escape. Or is there?

This week, something has changed. Something is different. Beginning Sunday, Pratibha is gone, and cannot be found or located at all. After Sunday's puzzle is solved, and the attic opened to you, you will see why. But what has happened? How has this happened? And why is the only other object there a strange mirror? Perhaps you should investigate.

On Monday morning, your motive quickly becomes apparent. Will you isolate yourself? Will you risk being around others? The choice, as ever, is yours.

On Tuesday, the week's second puzzle becomes available, and with its solving, the game room. If you wanted another way to unwind from all the stress, pressure, and uncertainty, at least there's this?

Come Wednesday, you may realize that at last you have full run of the house. Every room is available to you now. Nevertheless, you cannot run from the messages, which come thicker and faster than ever.

On Thursday, you may wish to visit the greenhouse. There is nothing there for you--including no mysterious messages, from the dead or otherwise. Should you wish for a reprieve, the greenhouse will grant it to you. That is, at least until curfew. Should you remain out of your room past that time, the messages will return, and they will be utterly inescapable no matter where you go--or if you are alone.

Friday is investigation time once again. The investigation post will go live at 3 PM EST, 5/30.

Saturday is the day of your fourth real ritual. The ritual post will go live at 12 PM EST, 6/1.

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday

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Comments

[selfreliar]

I was born in a town central to Japanese myth. It's said that the wounded sun goddess hid herself there in a cave, until the goddess of merriment helped lure her back out and restored light to the world. There are shrines and stories everywhere you turn, in that town; as rational as I try to be, superstition's in my DNA.

[He was born in that town. Died in it. Was reborn again, steeped in its mythology.]

When things happen that I can't make sense of myself, with my paltry human knowledge... I guess that's when I start looking for goddesses in caves.

[nothingbadeverhappensto]

Mm. [ Leon hums thoughtfully, turning away again. There's another pause before he speaks up again. ]

...Yeah. I won't pretend I don't have my own - [ rituals ] - habits. Think we all do, when it comes down to it.

[ Leon doesn't pray anymore - hasn't since he was a teenager, really - but he does work at remembering with the same sort of fervor, enshrining his losses in his memory as best he possibly can. His hand flexes, recalling the feeling of being wrapped around Luis's as his body cooled in the mines under Valdelobos. ]