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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[madburnout]

[Just.


Watching this? For some reason.]

Get my lighter back, bastard!

[burningrescue]

Heh. Fine, but only if you promise to be 5% less mad at me all the time! Deal?

[Already rooting around for it.]

[madburnout]

[Well, the moment of Wrath has faded, so he's actually a little mildly embarrassed about . . . whatever the fuck that was. Just crossing his arms and waiting, not saying anything. Which isn't a no.]

[burningrescue]

[With a loud aha!, reaching down and pulling out a wet, muddy lighter.]

It probably isn't going to work anymore, you know.

[But bringing it back to him.]

[madburnout]

[Snatching it! With 5% less anger than before. He does not say thank you, mostly because Galo is the one that threw it in there in the first place. Cleaning it off on one of his thighs, trying to flick it back on. It, obviously, isn't working at the moment. Maybe it just needs to dry out some, but he's getting a pretty nasty glare for his trouble.]

[burningrescue]

Heh! Sorry! You threw it at my head!

[Kind of staring openly as he tries to make the lighter work.]

[madburnout]

[ Stop! Being! Horny!

They’re both just staring at this lighter then, Lio doing his best to resuscitate it. It doesn’t seem to be working until it suddenly! Sparks once! ]

[burningrescue]

Whoa!

[Looking at it with fascination, then looking horrified, like he just swallowed something disgusting, and putting out the spark with his hand.]

Okay, okay, so it still works. I can't exactly encourage you to go around lighting it!

[madburnout]

[What the hell does that face mean, Galo. Giving him an odd look, tilting his head a bit.]

Your participation is not required.

[burningrescue]

I know, I know. Just don't do it in front of me. It makes me feel like I should be putting it out!

[It means his horny staring was for the fire, not Lio, because that's his curse this week.]

[madburnout]

[ . . . because he absolutely can't help himself, he flicks it on again.]

[burningrescue]

Lio!

[Sticking his hands over it to put it out!!]

Ouch! [I mean, obviously it burns his hand?] Come on! Five percent less!

[madburnout]

Idiot.

[ Making him slightly burn his hand is well within 95% angry tolerance levels. And, okay, I don’t know actually if this is good or bad news for Galo, but he does actually get something of a smirk at that comment as he puts the lighter away again in his pocket. ]

[burningrescue]

See? You're doing it!

[He takes that smirk as good, and looks like he's pretty excited about something.]

Hey! Ayabe said I should tie you up and force you to listen to my opinions, but maybe I don't need to?

[madburnout]

[What a weird thing for someone to suggest! What kind of twisted mind would say such an idea, Ayabe? Amazing that you would give Galo such a terrible plan.]

Why would he-- You will do no such thing.

[burningrescue]

Because you’re gonna listen to me, so I won’t have to.

[madburnout]

[galo do you ever think this might go better if you just say stuff instead of threatening to say stuff in a really condescending way

lio immediately bristles again, posturing like he's about to sock him.]

You have no control over me, bastard.

[burningrescue]

No, come on! I’ve been trying to talk to you this whole time, don’t get mad again!

[Trying to grab him by the wrist to preempt any socking!]

[madburnout]

[Fuck off! He'll be grabbed because he's apparently just not walking away from the dumb conversation, leaning in to yell in his face if he's gonna be like! this!]

You've been yelling nonsense and throwing my possessions into duck ponds!

[burningrescue]

Uh-uh!

[Getting right up in his face right back!!]

I’m trying to talk to you! But you don’t care! What’s your problem!

[madburnout]

[Wow! He really isn't trying that hard! Considering they're just yelling at each other from really up close now and Galo is holding onto him and and also, taking mad shit for a guy within kissing distance. Lio just stands there, glaring at him for a few seconds while his brain catches up to the fact that maybe the deadly sin he is feeling right now is not Wrath? This is fine. Reaching to grab him by the -- is he wearing a shirt? God I hope he's wearing a shirt right now, or Lio's just grabbing whatever. His shoulder.



Anyway, kissing him. He's kissing him now? ]

[burningrescue]

[Whoa? Um. How about that. How about that. He doesn't exactly know how to react. He is wearing a shirt. He's soggy with pond water. He's kind of frozen, unsure what to do. Like this might be a trick or some kind of new fighting technique.]

1/2

[madburnout]

[IT ISN'T




if it is it isn't very effective. pulling back.]

2/2

[madburnout]

[punching him in the fucking face.]

[burningrescue]

[Well, it served as a pretty good distraction for Lio to do that! Grabbing his face, whining.]

Ow! You tricked me!