☆ WEEK FOUR ( MINGLE )

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Magical Girl Raising Project

Monday-Sunday, Week 4

13 REMAIN

Today is quiet. Surprisingly so. There's no wake up call for the longest time, and everything seems to be almost scarily quiet. At least, until 12 PM, where the familiar voice of a female whom everyone will recognize as M chimes in.

"Hello, everybody. No need to come to the lobby or anything today for the announcement; this week will be a no murder week. The first reason is due to the Easter holiday. The second reason being because there's something wrong with Fav and this town. Meaning, I'll need you all to help me. You don't want to die because the town fell out of the sky, would you? Anyway, the task is pretty simple: find various colored eggs throughout the town. Easy. Certain eggs give you notes, some give you candy, but what I'm looking for is a body. There are eggs with body parts scattered all over. The eggs are small, but they can contain items that are bigger than itself. If you collect the body parts and reassemble them, this town will be safe. For the time being. If you do succeed, the lobby will become a ballroom on Easter Sunday, and I will provide proper clothes, music, and food for you all. Oh, and I fixed Zack's mess, in the dollhouse. That is all. And don't bother trying to answer back. I won't respond."

Of course, after her words are said and done, everyone who is alive will notice the slight static in some of the buildings, almost unstable. Sometimes you'll even find your hand going through things, occasionally. Even more so if you're in your magical form. Also, to note: apparently the network is down, even though transforming works just fine.

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This is the mingle post for week four, which covers Monday (4/10) to Sunday (4/16). This week is a breather week, as Sunday is Easter.

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Comments

[perfectbeing]

You heard me perfectly clear, Dahlia.

[He knows it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it was legitimately A Thing.]

After the trial, I made an attempt to confront that idiot [a sharp glare is directed at Zack here] and was promptly assaulted with marshmallows. Not by anyone here, mind. They moved on their own and seemingly with a mission to deter me from going about my business.

[He draws his sword, more for the sake of the conversation but also because he never really did get to finish what he was doing...]

The more peculiar part of the entire fiasco was that whatever force was behind the marshmallow actually attempted to stop my blade with it.

[hawthorned]

[The only reason Dahlia 100% believes this incident really happened is because she doesn't think Szayel would make up a stupid lie just to make himself look the fool. But that said, any inclination, voluntary or involuntary she had of laughing more or less dies when he draws the sword. Not because she thinks he's threatening her, but because it's a freaking sword.]

Curious. The place usually does as much as it can to incite violence. Though I suppose it could be an anomaly, I wouldn't recommend a repeat performance.

[perfectbeing]

[Don't laugh at his suffering, Dahlia...!]

That is why I find the entire thing rather confusing. I have to wonder if it was legitimately Fav or M behind it or something...else.

[hawthorned]

[Dahlia happens to think Szayel is one of the more tolerable ones, so she won't laugh. ....When he' around.]

Given the theme of this discussion, are you suggesting that it's the work of one of the dead from our original group?

[She'll consider that for a moment, but not too seriously.] It does sound like something Miss Eliza would do if she could, I suppose.

[perfectbeing]

As much as I would prefer not to.

[It's an absurd line of reasoning to go down, but...]

Who else would defend that idiot, despite the fact that I had every right to have a strong word with him for what he revealed at the trial?

[Well, he can think of living people who would, but...Recette doesn't have telekinetic abilities, does she?]

[hawthorned]

[She's not going to ask since when did pointing swords at people got included in the concept of "having a strong word" but she's thinking it.]

There aren't too many promising candidates, no....

[A beat.]

It seems that you've made an unfortunate enemy if that's the case then, Mr. Granz.

[perfectbeing]

[He wasn't going to do any stabbing!!

Maybe.]

It's simply another thing to keep in mind as I go about my business.

[The gears are definitely turning. He's working on a way to get around these forces...]

[hawthorned]

How would you combat a force like that? The only thing I can think of is something like an exorcism.

[perfectbeing]

An exorcism.

[He repeats, tone absolutely incredulous. He is a spiritual being by default, so you know.]

Confronting it isn't absolutely necessary. Simply knowing the potential for it being present is an advantage on its own.

[hawthorned]

Just a suggestion.

[This was still objectively less silly than "I was assaulted by a marshmallow," good sir :|]

But I guess being harassed by the dead is more nuisance than hindrance anyway.

[For now, anyway.]

[perfectbeing]

[L o o k.

Well at least he'll get backed up on the marshmallow thing in due time.]

It has been a bit of both thus far, honestly. The "hindrance" aspect should be reduced after today, however.

[hawthorned]

[If it really is Eliza heckling Szayel with food products, she doubts that'll be going anywhere anytime soon, but she'll keep her suspicions to herself and leave her tone at mild curiosity.]

What makes you say that? Have you and Zack decided to put aside your differences?

[perfectbeing]

[He can't help but chuckle.]

Not a chance. [Well, okay.] I say it because now I am onto this force.

[He's not going to give his full reasoning away! It's obviously aware of what's going on. But he's basically implying that he has the apparent upper hand here.]

[hawthorned]

I see.

[She does not, in fact, see.]

I suppose if there's anyone who could find patterns in the seemingly unpredictable, it would be you, Mr. Granz.