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monday - thursday
Monday morning begins just like the rest, slow and uneasy. At 12pm, every television will go off with its usual bout of static, followed by a calm, albeit disinterested, voice.

"Please gather in the hotel lobby within the next hour."

That's all that it says before the televisions turn off. Anyone not in their rooms will hear the voice echoing around them as if through a speaker system, although there are (still) no speakers present.

After hearing the motive, characters who choose to explore will find that the void around the town has retracted a bit, and there is now a small school building to the east of the clinic. On the chapel wall near the altar, black and white portraits of Sisuca, Kurisu, and Mikazuki have been hung up.

Anyone looking for them will find that Sisuca's hunting knives and Kurisu's....device are nowhere to be found.

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This is Week 3's mingle log, covering Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday. Investigations will go up on Friday.

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monday afternoon, schoolhouse

[ Roxy usually is a chipper thing but today as she investigates the new landmark she's just sort of... not. At all. She's poking around curiously, but it's a sort of "sigh might as well" level of curiosity. Thanks, various stages of grief. ]

Never seen a school before. Not hella impressed, tbh.

[ Though aw, look at all that artwork on the wall. Aaaand then she remembers that no one ever put her artwork or stories on walls because she had a lonely, sad childhood and now she sure is crying, yep. She's crying alone in a murder village schoolhouse, this is how low she has sunk. ]

tuesday, various

[ All over town in various parts of the day Roxy just seems to have Given Up, and is laying on the ground staring up at the sky or ceiling with a dead-eyed expression lacking any of her usual chipperness. Or her usual anything, really. ]

wednesday morning, general store

[ Near the liquor one can find Roxy just. Standing there, holding an unopened bottle of what is probably vodka. ]

Not gonna help, fuck, ughhhh... [ She appears to be at war with herself. Startle the recovering alcoholic now stricken with useless grief, y/n? ]

thursday morning, kitchen

[ Ah yes nothing like a bright sunny morning to find a girl sobbing on the floor of the kitchen, holding a... spoon? Yes, she is crying over a spoon. ]

They're probs all dead, and here I am. Useless fucking Roxy, doing fuck all once again. [ Is she... talking to herself?? Either way, apparently she's reached a Self-Loathing and All My Friends Are Dead type of grief today. ] Can't even be useful and die, stupid immunity. Can't even make a cake... Janey could make a cake...

[ Or feel free to find her elsewhere during the week! Likely upset that her friends could be dead/what a bad mom friend daughter etc she is/what a sad childhood she had/that everyone is dying around her/THE LIST OF THINGS TO BE SAD ABOUT IS LONG. She may or may not bounce back here and there, if you're lucky. ]

You're not thinking of drinking that straight are you?

[Hey there Roxy, you wanted company right? At least Bill doesn't sound inappropriately chipper for the circumstance. He sounds almost normal? Just kind of tired and calm.]

[ Roxy fumbles with the bottle at Bill's voice, but manages to not shatter it on the ground. She's not sure if that's really a victory. ]

Dude, I don't even know what I'm thinkin' right now. I used to go for a martini, but.

[ But do you see a martini glass and a jar of olives?? ~~And whatever else people put in martinis??~~ SIGHS. ]

You want it?

you thinkin' of trying to start a career as a bartender, kid?

[ Small snort. ]

I might be the most qualified person here, NGL.

[ But the appearance of a skele calling her "kid" makes her put the bottle back for now. ]

But I don't think I'd get many paying customers here.

too bad this getting kidnapped death game gig doesn't pay, 'cause you'd be making a killing.

[he winks. with his very real eyelids that he doesn't have.]

mind handing me one of those bottles?

Right? It should pay, we sure as shit deserve it.

[ pause ]

Oh my god, you're such a--

[ Actually laughs. She pulls down a bottle and passes it to him ]

Can skeles even get drunk? Or... driiiiiink at all?

i'd give you a demonstration, but...

[he's. stashing it inside his hoodie. it doesn't leave a bump or anything, but the general shape of sans's hoodie is physically impossible, so maybe that's not weird.]

this isn't the time or place for party tricks. though i've got a lot of those.

[Roxy, we gotta stop meeting like this. First him: laughing over a broken coffe mug, now you: crying over a spoon. Why are you both so emotionally invested in kitchenware in the early hours of the morning?]

[It's not what she's doing that catches his attention, however, but rather something she says. He crosses the room without hesitation, crouching down next to her.]

Don't say that. There's nothing useful about dying, no matter how you might be feeling right now. [His voice is surprisingly stern, partly due to how he's handling his own sadness right now, and partly because WOW, NO??? WHO THINKS THAT, STOP IT.]

[ The magic of kitchenware, clearly. Makes everyone lose their shit.

Realizing someone is actually awake to witness this catastrophe, she hurriedly tries to wipe away the tears. So embarrassing, no one needs to see this mess. ]

But if I died instead, that'd save someone else, wouldn't it? Someone not such a waste of space, someone who can actually fuckin' cook.

[ and solve murder mysteries but COOKING IS HARD TOO ugh ]

Okay, yes I know that sounds stupid, but.

[He shakes his head.]

If that were true, it would imply that somebody else is more deserving of life than you. And that is simply not the case. No one here is a waste of space, and we all deserve to live.

That's-- [ sighhhhs. Not even a French sigh, but a regular sigh. ] You're right. Even Rhys deserves to live, and he's probs the biggest shit here.

[He laughs lightly. And it's not even slightly unhinged this time. Just a hesitant little chuckle, because he probably should not be laughing at that... Poor Rhys...]

Yes, he may be a paranoid coward, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't leave this place in one piece. Along with the rest of us, of course. [He holds out his hand. Come on, get up off the floor, that can't be comfortable.]

Roxy?

[Listen, Hinata just wanted to spend some time feeling sorry for himself in a schoolhouse that surely looks nothing like a Hope's Peak classroom, and yet someone beat him to it. But ugh a girl is crying?? A girl is crying and he doesn't know what to do.

So he shoves his ID deep into a pocket and approaches, a little cautiously, to rest his hand on her shoulder.]

Hey, Roxy... it'll be okay?

[ Way to startle a girl, Hinata. She starts to wipe away the tears, but when he says it'll be okay that somehow makes her cry more. Good job. ]

It's never okay. We always say that it will be, but it never is? Like, every goddamn time, somethin' or someone fucks it all up.

[ She turns and is just. Going to bury her wet face in your shirt, Hinata. Is she taking advantage of being a wreck to hug a guy maybe a little don't u judge her. ]

[Listen, he's not very good at this whole comforting thing. He's never had to do it before? That he can remember, anyway. He lets out a quiet, strangled upset noise when she starts to cry more, just kind of patting the air vaguely with his hands. Stop that? Stop cry? Dumps No More Tears over her head shhhh!!!]

N-no, that's not-!

[Ah, no, a hug. Whatever he was expecting from her, it certainly wasn't that. Normally he'd be a little awkward about a sudden embrace, but fuck, as soon as he realizes what she's doing, he wraps his arms tightly around her to hold her close. Maybe a little more tightly than he strictly should, but it's only for her benefit. 100% to comfort her. Not to help him even a little.]

You can't think like that... [And if he sounds like he's holding back his own tears, that's definitely wrong.] As long as we keep trying our best... we'll get through. We can't give up here.

[What do you do with a clearly extremely upset teenager who's telling herself horrible things and crying over a spoon?]

...Would you like to learn how to make a cake?

[Perfect.]

[Welp, there's. There's Roxy, all right. Clover is no stranger to just kinda going "fuck it" and lying down somewhere in the snow and hoping for the best. This is one part "this puts a damper on our plans" but most parts "obviously glitter is going to fix everything."

Gotta make sure she and Undyne are on the same page before they go sprinting over to her from their hiding spot behind the nearest building.] Okay—you come up on the left, I'll come from the right, we do circles in opposite directions and rain glitter the whole time. [She pauses, unscrewing the cap from her purple glitter jar.] Or, like, at least until she stands up. We'll play it by ear. On three?

[Yeah, this is actually legitimately sad...which is why clearly they need to be heroes and cheer Roxy back up with glitter! Everything is better with glitter.

Undyne gives a solemn nod, unscrewing her own jar of light blue glitter. This is definitely serious business.]

Understood. [She stretches out her neck, getting ready for what is clearly an incredibly important mission.] One...two...three!

(
Urashima's been pushing himself since Monday night to stay in good spirits despite everything for everyone else's sake. By Wednesday, he has it all pretty down. When he sees Roxy, he has no idea what's really going on.

What is vodka? It's not that Urashima doesn't know what alcohol is-- he's been around plenty of humans and plenty of drunken spirits before to know-- but he's never seen a bottle like this before so forgive him for being a bit oblivious right now! )

... Is the top stuck?

[Oh nooooo, his friend is upset and crying!! LUCKILY, PAPYRUS KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO DO]

NONSENSE, HUMAN!! THAT IS A VERY SILLY THING TO SAY. HAVING TROUBLE COOKING DOESN'T MEAN YOU NEED TO DIE OR CRY TO SPOONS... YOU SIMPLY NEED GUIDANCE FROM ME, MASTER CHEF PAPYRUS.

[aaand he's coming in.]

LET ME SHOW YOU HOW TO MAKE SPAGHETTI PROPERLY!

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