WEEK ONE: MINGLE

[cluedin]

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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[recrypt]

[ Well, not that he can tell without a baseline reference probably, but she's warmer than normal. She's also going to bat lightly at his hand after a moment. ]

I know I am, that's to try to compensate for...

[ roomba vs mansion induced brain fog: mansion, 1. ]

... These calculations aren't even supposed to be that difficult, I've had worse to deal with in the garden.

[counterclocked]

[He moves his hand away as soon as she does, expression sheepish.]

Sorry. [Moving on!] But... I mean, I don't want you to damage yourself or whatever. You want me to write it down for you?

[He holds his hand out for the pen, if she wants to accept the offer.]

[recrypt]

I don't know if you writing it down for me helps with the fact that it seems to be that my processing is disassembled.

[ ... she looks supremely unimpressed with herself. ]

Stop me if I say something weird, right? I think I catch myself most of the time, but at this point I just don't know.

[counterclocked]

No, I know, just... If I did, you'd at least have it for your records whenever what's going on with you ends, right?

[He nods.]

Yeah, of course. I will.

[recrypt]

If it's like last time it'll probably last the whole betting period...

[ Week. At least it was a period of time.

But anyway, she shoves her pen and one of the blank sheets at him before rattling off evenly, in playback mode: ]

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. That's how it goes, isn't it? Sorry, I've never been much of a dramatic man. Maybe that's why things ended up like this. I ░▓▒▓▒░-? Hm? I... relieved? My wife some time ago. Her sickness came and restricted her so quickly. It was unfair. My daughter rejoiced for days..."

[counterclocked]

[He starts writing, trying to keep up with what she's saying. He'll probably get behind if he fixes everything as she goes, but once he's done writing everything she says, he crosses out a few things. He's muttering to himself as he goes.]

Well, I didn't really get all of it memorized, but... I think he mentioned religious rather than dramatic. He said he put his wife to rest some time ago, and that her sickness - stole her, I think? His daughter definitely cried for days, too.

[Once those corrections are made:]

What do you have next?