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bluesclues2020-02-21 07:19 pm
cluedin) wrote in bluesclues2020-02-21 07:19 pm
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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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[ why would you bring glass down here? that doesn't sound very safe ]
I still think there's fish! I wonder what they eat?
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You, if you're not careful.
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[ that is an enormous lie - he's already gained 2 lbs from everyone feeding him here ]
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I don't know about that. Looks like you'd make more than a mouthful.
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hmmmm
well Asch, the scruff and hold maneuver is quite effective! Missile docilely hangs from his hand, even as he's dangled above the water.
what a shame. it's happening this week of all times. ]
Splash!
[ down goes Missile's body, into the shallows of the lake. 'uh oh,' goes Missile's head and neck, still held in Asch's hand. ]
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Wh-- What?!
[To his credit, he's in the lake like a shot, carefully placing Missile's head on the shore, frowning.]
Stay!
[LIKE WHERE'S HE GOING TO GO??? but alright, he's off, diving into the water as Missile's body rolls down into the deep :/]
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Oh no! My body! Again! Wait for me, Asch!!!!
[ and he's going to roll his little doggy head into the water after Asch. ]
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.
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after a reasonable amount of time with breath held passes, Asch gasps to the surface, hauling the tiny dogebody
and Missile is decidedly NOT THERE. As he pulls himself and his cargo on to the side, he scowls, eyes darting.]
Damn that mutt! Where is he?!
MISSILE!
[Not that! He's! Worried!!!!]
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anyways, there's a great big fucking SPLASH as something gets ejected from the lake at high speed. its trajectory? the back of Asch's head. ]
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it hits him just as he turns around, searching the dark walls for the damn head--
--and he eats shit on the ground, hands grinding against the basement's floor and the lake's dirt and sand. Missile's body bouncing out of his grasp, rolling safely along the floor in a way that Asch just doesn't.
For a moment, he just lays there... and groans.]
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but then again, he ate shit so hard maybe he didn't! who can say. not the little doggy's head, surely! ]
Oh no! Asch, are you okay?!
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Arrrgh... [it's a pained, angry sound, but it's actually kind of funny as well.]
I thought I told you... to stay!