Seven residents. One house. Somebody is always in charge.
Those are the controls the walk-through was using. They are yours now — put anyone in charge, set them against each other, shake the foundation.
So that is who leads: by activation if nothing is attended to, and by the task if anything is.
Which leaves the other half of it untouched. Knowing who would carry a thing is not the same as knowing whether it gets done at all — and seven residents asking seven different questions are not going to simply agree.
So how does a house like that ever decide anything?
Or first — what is any of this actually made of?
The house sits inside something. The Sphere of Ordered Experience is the account of what reality is built from: why the same sentence becomes two different things for two people, why no one has ever once felt what another person felt, and why being understood is rarer and better than anyone tells you.
Eight figures. It is the harder road, and every one of them will bring you straight back here.