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WEEK THREE - MINGLE
WEEK THREE - MINGLE

SURVIVORS: 12
Last week might've been the worst week some of you have ever had. From the hallucinations to losing five of your number yet again, things are looking rather bleak -- and yet, perhaps optimistic, given that you're so close to ending the game. Is it worth sacrificing one more person to end it, though? ... Only one way to find out.
You have time until then, though, to regroup and recollect yourself if you choose to. From Monday morning, after the rain that fell on Sunday, the weather, continues to be more overcast and stormy throughout the week - gray clouds swirl around the sky ominously, and the pleasantly balmy weather that you've come to expect gives way to passing showers with ominous thunder. Perhaps it's not a good time to go for a swim in the pool, but no one's stopping you if that's what you decide on doing. Your locations, likewise, have changed.
The end is almost here. There are only slightly over half your number still remaining. Do your best to survive.
PHOTOGRAPHS | THE MANAGER | BULLETIN BOARD
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY
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OOC: Welcome to your Week 3 log! There are a couple of new locations you should check out, and any other changes or small events will be marked out in the top-levels below. Murder proposals for this week are due by 12PM EST Monday, don't forget that this is the last week you have to do a murder! We will also be running a mini-exploration event this week - please see the link for more details!
Don't forget that Activity Check is due by Tuesday at 6PM EST!
Any questions, please contact your mods here or on Discord!
You have time until then, though, to regroup and recollect yourself if you choose to. From Monday morning, after the rain that fell on Sunday, the weather, continues to be more overcast and stormy throughout the week - gray clouds swirl around the sky ominously, and the pleasantly balmy weather that you've come to expect gives way to passing showers with ominous thunder. Perhaps it's not a good time to go for a swim in the pool, but no one's stopping you if that's what you decide on doing. Your locations, likewise, have changed.
The end is almost here. There are only slightly over half your number still remaining. Do your best to survive.
SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY
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OOC: Welcome to your Week 3 log! There are a couple of new locations you should check out, and any other changes or small events will be marked out in the top-levels below. Murder proposals for this week are due by 12PM EST Monday, don't forget that this is the last week you have to do a murder! We will also be running a mini-exploration event this week - please see the link for more details!
Don't forget that Activity Check is due by Tuesday at 6PM EST!
Any questions, please contact your mods here or on Discord!
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[ insert unholy screeching noise here - it's probably at least loud enough to cause their ears to ring a little. ]
-- with more information, however, so forgive the change in subject-- there was a spirit in the basement who attacked and vowed rev Manager, I assume.
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Can that spirit still be found down there?
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They vanquished [ LOUD HONKING AND AGGRESSIVE WING FLAPPING ] words were about "her wish."
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[It's half aloud, half to himself. But it also leaves him with another question...]
Can they be brought back? The people who died here. If they still exist, there should be some way to bring them back.
[A trade of some sort, maybe, like he had done for Alice...]
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[ There's a couple of things happening in the background that are obscuring some of what they can hear:
1.) Screaming. Quite a lot of it, but not quite identifiable as any form of a unique voice.
2.) Distressed honking and the sound of things being knocked over.
3.) In the distance, an OHOHO-- before it's abruptly cut off by a rush of static. Then, dead silence, before: ]
--be sure to find it.
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What's up with all the honking?
[These geese are driving him honkers.]
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And then, a long, drawn-out sigh, even if it crackles with static and is suddenly loud enough to cause the lights in the reading room to flicker slightly. ]
Our goos ten out of hand. It is utter chaos he--
[ The rip starts to waver, like it's flickering out of existence. They have about ten to fifteen seconds before the connection cuts off. ]
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Gathering about as large of a handful of salt as he can, Reigen tosses it at the rift.]
Try this on the goose!
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D̸̪̭͚́ơ̴͕͗͊̿ṇ̵̡̺̈́'̷̡̡̍ͅṫ̴̬̳ ̶͉͗̾ġ̸͎̻ḯ̷̠͗̎v̴̙̳̹̑̌é̸̻̆̐͐ ̶͚̏̏̚ủ̴̞̲p̸̜̈́̾-̴̖̉-̶͇̙̣̖̎̇
[ But when Reigen flings his handful of salt into the rip itself, it kind of
stops completely for a moment
and then it shatters into tiny shards that eventually fade out of existence.
Under the flickering lights, the group may catch a flicker of Gentaro's extremely offended face reflected in the shards before they disappear. ]
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...ok.
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[You broke the portal. Akira does his best rendition of Gentaro's extremely offended face. Pretty spot on, right?]
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[Don't you Gentaro-face him, young man!]
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[That's a plus, right?]
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[Was it now, Reigen? Was it really?]
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[Reigen, your lies are so obvious that they're causing him real physical pain. Stop it.]
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[He can't stop. It's a core personality flaw somebody help him.]
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I wonder if salting Reigen will attract geese? It's worth a try.
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[I MEAN WHY NOT.]
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[He huffs, trying to keep the bag away from Akira.]
This is specifically for warding off evil spirits!
[It's basic table salt.]
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[The truth will set you free, Reigen. If he doesn't act fast, Akira'll yoink that salt right out of his hands and toss a generous sprinkling of it at him. Well? Does a salted Reigen bring all the geese to the yard?]
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And then, in the near distance, there's a honk and the sound of wings flapping around wildly.
What do you do? ]
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[Reigen attempts to brush the salt off of him in case the geese are looking to feed off salted hot people. He's not dying by goose, thanks!]
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[Reigen flails a bit to try and get his bag of salt back and lets out an indignant squawk when he has it thrown at him.]