bluesclues | WEEK ONE: MINGLE

WEEK ONE

OCCUPANCY: 34

Rise and shine, little monsters. A new week is waiting just for you. The events of yesterday may have been hard to stomach, but time heals all wounds, after all. The damages the house has incurred over the last week have been reverted and the staff is hard at work fulfilling their roles in this mansion. A piping hot breakfast is served in the dining room promptly at 7am, every square inch of floor and furniture has been cleaned spotless, and...the sound of birds chirping fills the hallway. The sun's shining brightly through the glass windows, and the curtain has been drawn back from the doors in the ballroom. The barriers blocking off the stairs down to the basement and to the balconies have been removed, and all guests may now explore these areas.

For anyone who ventures into the ballroom, a new change may become apparent. Should you choose to look at the plaques long enough, two images will flicker and change sporadically. While Haruka's portrait remains the same, on occasion it will change to an image of a pale, scratched up woman with yellow foam dripping from the corner of her lips. Likewise, Nikki's portrait looks just like herself, though if you blink you may miss it changing into the image of a large, rabid rat. There is no rhyme and reason for the change...though perhaps it serves as a reminder to those who remain.

Additionally, the house rules have been moved from the ballroom and back into the hallway, mounted in the entryway as they were.

But with this new bit of freedom comes another strange set of circumstances, you see. Starting today you'll find that the urge to give in to some nasty little traits has grown stronger. Greed, Pride, Jealousy....any of those seven deadly feelings will begin to bubble up inside you. Can you remain calm under the weight of your sins?

Perhaps so. Perhaps you're the type who's capable of ignoring these feelings even in your worst moments. You may be a beacon of hope for those who struggle with their emotions, but something else seems amiss. Even if you've managed to avoid those prickly feelings, some of you may experience a brain fog, making your thoughts hazy and hard to focus. Others may find themselves with a constant craving for sustenance, an insatiable hunger...though it may not be for food alone. And others still...it is a bit alarming for your arm to detach itself from your body, isn't it? Why would your feet run away without you? Best take stock of all of your limbs now because for the next week they may be just a bit too easy to remove. Don't lose your head over it though. They'll reattach easily enough.

You may experience only some of these events. Then again, maybe you're unlucky and you're experiencing all of these events at different points in time. Time is of the essence, however, and come Monday at noon a rustling crackle of static can be heard from overhead. Try as you might, you won't be able to find the speakers but a message will play loud and clear for all.

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[The shovel hits Zenitsu on the head, which detaches from his neck and rolls onto the floor. There's a moment of awkward silence before he erupts while his body clutches something close to his chest.]

H-h-h-h-head! My head! My head came off! Nooooo!

[And it's right there beside the arm that's still attached to the shovel. He shrieks.]

[. . .

Oops! Honestly there's a moment of shock where he does absolutely nothing here that's a bit too long to be polite. He's never killed anyone before and now, this is hte way he commits his first murder? A loose shovel? Seems anticlimactic.]

Ah.

[Then he realizes he should maybe help. In a manner that's far too calm for the situation, going over to try and grab the head that's rolling around. But he's only got one arm so he drops it again.]

Shit--!

[For Zenitsu, mere seconds feel like minutes when he's losing his mind (and head, literally). Shockingly, he can still see out of the detached head, so when Lio drops it Zenitsu feels a little dizzy and hurt.]

Ouch! What are you doing? Hurry up and give me my head back! Heads are supposed to stay attached to the body. If I die like this, it'll all be your fault, so hurry up! Please! Put it back!

[As for his own body, it's been paralyzed by fear.]

[SORRY!!!! This is a three stooges act (Lio, Zenitsu, Zenitsu's Head) and it just keeps getting worse. Lio manages to grab it - it? His head? is Zenitsu now more himself as his head where his consciousness or his body by pure majority rules. Philosophical questions, but maybe that's a debate for later.

Anyway, he grabs it by the hair - because that's the only way he can hold onto it, holding it up to try and figure out how to place it back on the body.]

Hold still - I'm putting it back.

[Terrible . . . He almost starts complaining all over again when his vision goes upright. Suddenly he sees a beacon of hope. The angry guy isn't so bad, after all!]

There, just like that! Put it down and it should stick. Probably. H-hurry!

[Putting it down!!! With all the concentration of a brain surgeon, or, someone very serious doing something extremely inherently silly. Holding it there for a second.]

. . . Did it work?

[This is a life-saving treatment. It isn't silly in the slightest.

After a suspenseful moment, the contact takes and Zenitsu's head successfully reattaches to his neck. He clamps his hands around the latter, afraid that his head might go tumbling off again if he doesn't. He swallows.]

I, I think so.

[He opens his mouth to say something else when he glimpses the shovel and arm nearby. Slowly, he bends down to pick them up with one, then two hands.]

Um, here.

[Taking it! Then trying to shake the arm loose of the shovel, because the whole thing is a little unwieldy.]

Thank you.

[This is a really polite guy when he's not punching people, huh? Zenitsu reaches out and take the shovel to spare Lio the trouble.]

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