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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... we should probably go on the assumption that he didn't.

To be safe.

"To be safe"? What do you think this is about?

[ Class president just want to recruit new student and faculty to his school or something stupid like that, that's much easier to accept. ]

If it isn't some dumb shit the... class president pulled, then that means we were seriously kidnapped.

[ which is decidedly worse than someone just

wait no, the class president thing would also still be kidnapping, technically ]

[ The class president would seriously kidnap them, dress them in fancy clothes, and fuck off for a weekend to watch them run around and drive each other up the walls. It's Hanabusa. Ayabe has no doubt. ]

This is way too elaborate for a kidnapping. If that were the case, we'd be tied up inside somebody's trunk.

Usually. But we still shouldn't rule out any possibilities.

Whoever this is seems to be loaded, and a rich person having some weird ass hobby isn't too far off.

So, Hanabusa.

[ The guy lives in a mansion, he's loaded and eccentric. ]

There's no point sticking around either way... There might be a landline somewhere.

[ might as well get up and leave and pray there's a phone he can call up the president and go "hey what the fuck" ]

[ you know what? toi is going to humor this guy even though he is pretty sure he wasn't kidnapped by some random class president because of REDACTED ]

Sure. Maybe.

[ it's still a decent thing to check for ]

[ It's going to be disappointing when about ten minutes into walking around the mansion, he can feel his lungs shut down and try to kill him. He doesn't even make it to the stairs when he has to stop in the middle of the hall and catch his breath. ]

...The decor is too much.

[ .... huh

toi at least stops as well. ]

Dude?

You don't think so?

[ Gestures at this cupid that's about to shoot them in the eye. Meanwhile, confetti rains down on his head and he has to turn to cough into his shoulder. ]

I do. But why are you all...

[ dying

is he allergic to confetti ]

[ Yeah, he's allergic to fun and happiness. ]

...It's nothing. [ cough cough wheeze ]

Help me find something to clean this up.

... uh huh.

[ don't die on him god

but where's a broom ]

[ @ mods where is a broom, before Ayabe's forced to get on his knees and sweep the ground with his hands. ]

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[ he's going to look around a bit

and the mods said there aren't any yet so he will come back ]

Can't find any.

[ He'll just being dead, then.

He'll be wanting to die, getting up when he hears Toi speak up again. There's a small handful of confetti clutched in his fists, because he's resorted to this. ]

That's fine.

[ Breathing's not any better, but that's fine. He heads to the kitchen to throw this away, because there should at least be a trashcan in the kitchen. ]

I'll just stay away from this place.

[ huh

... he looks at all of the stuff, then back at him. ]

Do you have troubles with messes or something?

It's ridiculous what people are doing to this place. All of this-

[ He shakes his fistful of confetti. A piece slips out through his fingers and drops onto the floor, and he stoops to pick it back up. ]

Is a slipping hazard. The place is a mess.

I don't think anyone is really paying too much mind to that sort of thing.

[ PEOPLE ARE FIST FIGHTING ]

People not paying attention is why they will slip.

[ I hope somebody swings fists, slips, and cracks open their head, it would serve them right. ]

If you decide to pick all of this up with your hands you're going to be at it all day...

I have no other choice, do I? Nobody else cares enough to help.

[ Has he considered not doing it? No. Not an option. ]

[ ayabe stop ]

Have you asked?

Do you want to help me pick up confetti?

[ Toi is now representative of everybody here. If he says no, Ayabe has no other choice but to do it all by himself. ]

Of course I don't want to.

[ but he

would help. if ayabe asks. ]

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