bluesclues | WEEK ZERO: WELCOME INTRO

WELCOME

Even from behind your eyelids, the soft glowing light can be seen as you find yourself awakening. The slow swell of strings begins, and as you struggle to open your eyes, the sound of footsteps pass you by. You soon hear three feminine voices speak in unison.

"Master Blue wishes to welcome you all. We hope you enjoy your stay!"

Light temporarily blinds you as you look around, but the source of the voices has vanished. Whomever has greeted you seems to have disappeared without warning, leaving you all alone.

The music starts up and though no orchestra is present, the song can be heard all throughout the room. Crystal chandeliers hang above your head, and the waxed wooden floor gleams brightly. Floor to ceiling windows cover the back wall and a night sky full of stars twinkle back at you. The wall next to it, however, is covered by a thick crimson curtain. Those who attempt to move it will find they have little luck in their endeavor, but there are more pressing matters at hand.

Looking down you'll come to notice that you're wearing clothes that certainly aren't what you were previously wearing. You, and the guests around you, have been dressed appropriately in formal attire properly fitted for each individual.

Oh. That's right. Didn't we mention the other guests? Seated to your left, right, and across from you at the long banquet table are other people just like you. Perhaps it's a friend you know, though don't be surprised if it's a complete stranger. Each individual holds a blue and silver invitation with their name scrawled upon it, and a message to follow.

"Please respond to Master Blue's invitation at least one week prior to the event to secure your seat and accommodations.

This dinner is guaranteed to be an event to die for."

Strange, isn't it?

But rest assured! Nothing is stopping you from leaving the ballroom and exploring the other rooms of Master Blue's home. After all, you're an honored guest! It's with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that you're welcomed here tonight. Really, what's your hurry? It's not as though the front door will open for you. Don't bother with the windows either. They've all been locked tight to ensure you're all nice and cozy for your stay.

If you look under your seat, you'll find a special gift bag with your name on it. Opening these bags will reveal the following:

-A small spiral notebook
-A crayon in a specific shade of blue
-Three different candles
-A brass key (Design May Vary.)
-This cute toy

A welcome gift from the Master, of course.

Take some time to admire the decor, if you will. The house has been decorated for this special holiday with chains of paper hearts, miniature golden cupid statues, and confetti that rains down from the ceiling on occasion. Perhaps you'll get lucky tonight with love in the air, especially since Cupid's arrow seems to aim for you no matter where you go. For those of you who don't wish to partake in the lavish feast spread out in the ballroom, you're in luck. Boxes of chocolate and bowls of candy hearts can be found for all your snacking needs.

As the unseen orchestra plays on, it seems as though you've no choice but to get to know your fellow guests and make yourselves comfortable. Perhaps if you wait long enough, someone will come to greet you.

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[She's not wrong. He is a pathetic little creature.

But he's not so far gone that he ignores Four. He hacks, inhales, wheezes, spits out what he can, and then swallows. There, all gone. Now he sounds as small as a mouse.]

W-what was that?

[And he wasn't even listening to her....... Given how loud he was being that's probably not surprising, BUT STILL. She gives a small sigh.]

I was saying that you ought to calm down.

No, I heard that. I'm calm now, but . . . where did that stuff come from?

[He cranes his neck toward the nearby cupid statue. Oh. Creepy. He looks the other way at Four.

As expected! A pretty voice belongs to an even prettier girl. Shame that he's too worn out from his hysterics to even stand up straight.]

The confetti? I believe it came from the statue, but honestly, this whole place seems to have confetti placed around unexpectly...

[She keeps her hands folded delicately in front of her because she's polite and gentle, not because she's hiding her hand after she tried punching out a window earlier and got shot in the face with confetti!]

[Slowly, strength is returning to his legs. They're at about—haha—45%.

Now that he's calmer, he also realizes something. Zenitsu peers curiously at Four.]

Are you all right?

Yes? [She blinks.] Well, I'm as fine as anyone could be in this situation I suppose, but I can assure you that I'm fine.

It's just that . . . [He raises a hand to his ear.] I can't hear anything.

Come to think of it, I haven't heard anyone's sound since I got here.

... I'm afraid I don't understand. [Does he have really good hearing maybe? Like how all of One's senses are over sharpened. That still doesn't make much sense though.] We're speaking just fine right now, aren't we?

Yeah.

[It's a deflated response before he quickly climbs onto his feet. 80%! Good enough.]

I-I'm Zenitsu Agatsuma. Thanks for helping me out!

[If not for her cute voice, he might have continued to choke and maybe even die! (No.)]

You're very welcome, Zenitsu. [Not really tbh, given how weird he's been this whole time, but she won't mention that. Instead, she offers a polite smile.] My name is Four, by the way. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Like the number? Do you have older siblings?

[Anyway,] It's nice to meet you, Four! Have you seen the way out? Is that the entrance over there?

Oh, yes, I do. I'm not the youngest though. [This is very important information for her to mention, okay.]

I believe it is, but it's locked. As are all the windows, unfortunately. We seem to be locked in here, trapped.

[That's fair, not that Zenitsu understands the sentiment.]

No way . . . I don't remember receiving any invitation. Whoever they are, they can't keep us here.

It's the same for me. There were those invitations at the dinner table, but it's not like I remember receiving notice about this prior. We have to find whoever this "Master Blue" is.

Y-yeah.

If his name's anything to go by, he'll probably be blue somewhere, right? Have you seen anyone like that around?

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