MINGLE LOG | WEEK THREE

[divus]

HALFWAY THERE...

When everyone wakes up on Monday morning, perhaps with heavy or anxious hearts, they'll all feel compelled to gather once more in the courtyard. After a long day of praying, it's time to see the results of Saturday's verdict. Justice and Merriment are waiting for them, as always, on the steps before the entrance to the altar room, and doesn't speak until everyone has gathered.

Surprisingly, neither seem tense or in bad spirits, and Justice jumps at the chance to speak, dashing up to the edge of the crowd. "This weekend, Piety has been caught in contempt by Cunning, and has hereby chosen Ishikirimaru to be removed from their ranks. But...but!" The child clasps their hands together, looking at the sentenced in question. "Because he's chosen to forsake his god of his own volition and defect without coercion...there will be no additional eliminations this week!"

Merriment comes up to put a hand on top of Justice's head. "Great news, right? Celebrate, but just don't let it catch you too off guard."

"Thank you for letting us host, and, um...sorry again, for all of the trouble. Have a good week, and please come visit?"

With that, the both of them are gone. Justice and Merriment disappear into the altar room, and will not be seen within the temple again until someone makes an offering to them.

Still, even in their absence not a soul feels as if they should leave. They all get the sense that the last week has now drawn to its close, and the third week has, at once, begun. Two figures emerge from the altar room. One of them is shorter than the other, and carrying a scroll clasped to their chest; the other strides forward confidently, somehow managing the grass in the courtyard with ease despite the fashionable high heels they are wearing.

The taller of the two crosses their arms, but doesn't sound altogether ill-mannered when they speak. The sweetly feminine tones are pleasant, but lacking the sugary cadence reminiscent of Patience's. "Hi. For those of you who don't know, I'm Disorder...and this is Fortune. Neither of us have exactly gotten a lot of visitors these past two weeks, so it makes sense if you don't recognize us. Or, in my case, are disappointed to even see me."

There's a hesitation before Fortune gets them back on track.

"...I guess you all want to know the standings, right?"

The shorter of the two unfurls the scroll with slightly trembling hands, and begins to read the follower counts aloud in a voice that is steady until they reach the last name. As they do, the text etched into the polished white stone columns that line the courtyard rewrites itself to accurately display the following:

LOVE: 6 FOLLOWERS
AMBITION: 5 FOLLOWERS
INDULGENCE: 4 FOLLOWERS
MERRIMENT: 4 FOLLOWERS
CUNNING: 3 FOLLOWERS
JUSTICE: 3 FOLLOWERS
SINCERITY: 3 FOLLOWERS
BEAUTY: 2 FOLLOWERS
DISORDER: 2 FOLLOWERS
PIETY: 2 FOLLOWERS
RUIN: 2 FOLLOWERS
FORTUNE: 0 FOLLOWERS

The god takes a breath to center themself as they begin to roll up the scroll. As Fortune pauses, Disorder takes the opportunity to speak once more.

"I'm sure you're not surprised to hear that you can find new locations available in the east and west wings. We both put a lot of thought into them, so I hope you can all show a bit of appreciation."

The shorter god cuts in at this point, not quite willing to be talked over. They shoot the taller god what might be a disgruntled look, but it's hard to tell with the mask blocking their expression.

"There are new rules now, so make sure you look over them. If there's anything you don't understand... just ask, okay?"

And then, like a bubble bursting, the hold keeping them there vanishes, and everyone is free to explore as they please. The statues belonging to those who perished last week vanish from the courtyard. As everyone turns away from the pair of gods, Disorder clears her throat one more time.

"Oh, and if anyone's seen a stolen purple bra, I'd like it back, please."

OOC NOTES

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Comments

[frilly]

Oh - you haven't been!

Well it's... [ gestures to their surroundings ] It's this!

[catraclysm]

... A building?

[ well. i guess now she knows the name for the building. ]

[frilly]

W-well, yes...

[ ahem. ]

Schools are buildings that kids go to on week days. You get sorted into classes with other kids your age, and then the teacher teaches you about the basics. Like math and language and science.

[catraclysm]

Huh. Our commanding officer took care of that back in the Fright Zone.

[ there's no line of thought here that isn't terrible ]

Did you quit? Is that why you didn't think you'd be back?

[frilly]

[ you know what Madoka is a little too distracted to actually answer the question. ]

The "Fright Zone?" What's that?

[ because it sounds. bad. ]

[catraclysm]

The name of the place where I grew up. It's the headquarters of the Horde.

[ it only sounds worse the more you talk about it ]

[frilly]

[ YES IT DOES ]

What, um... What did the Horde do...?

[catraclysm]

It's a military regime. So. Army stuff.

[ :) ]

[frilly]

O-oh... And you had to live there?

[ she assumes it was forced!! because who would choose that!! ]

That sounds really hard.

[catraclysm]

They took me in when I was a kid, so. [ it was. technically? forced. how does a toddler say no. ] It wasn't easy, but they made me who I am today.

[ read: terrible. ]

[frilly]

So they're like your family...?

[ this is so sad!!! ]

[catraclysm]

... They raised me, but I wouldn't go that far.

[ shadow weaver is a bad mom ]

[frilly]

[ If they were more familiar with each other, Madoka would ask who her family is, then, but. this is like the second time they've talked and that would be pretty presumptuous. ]

I can't imagine being raised in the army... It sounds strict.

[catraclysm]

... It was. [ and then, because that's a bit too close to being a sincere sentiment and that's gross: ] It was mostly boring. They wouldn't let us until we were ranked officers.

[frilly]

Oh - then are you a ranked officer now? That's impressive. [ she thinks? who knows. ]

[catraclysm]

Yep. I'm a Force Captain now, so. [ this means nothing to madoka, and catra seems to realize this now, just. shrugging. ] You never answered my question.

[frilly]

What question?

[ maybe if she plays forgetful she won't have to answer ]

[catraclysm]

[ ... ]

If you don't want to talk about something, just tell people as much. Trust me, it's a lot easier on both of us.

[frilly]

Ehehe... You caught me, huh?

It's not that I don't want to talk about it - it's just kind of a long story, and it can be confusing, and... [ ..... and a little depressing? ]

[catraclysm]

It still sounds like you don't wanna talk about it to me.

[ she is just? saying? ]

[frilly]

I don't like keeping secrets in a contest like this, though.

[ even though that is. like 80% of the whole contest in itself!! but okay!!!!! ]

[catraclysm]

That's... pretty much how this game is played.

[ madoka, please? ]

[frilly]

But it would be nice if we could resolve it all as a team.

[catraclysm]

[ ............. ]

You really don't understand the concept of this thing, do you.

[frilly]

I understand it, but... That doesn't mean there aren't better solutions if we look for them. I'm here to make sure this goes the best way that it can go, that's all.