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bluesclues2020-02-14 01:16 pm
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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."
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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[His mid-drift is fucking showing and itās awful.]
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Wear it or don't wear it, but don't throw it on the ground next time. There's no other clothes here, so if it's hard to wear, I might be able to fix it for you.
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Fix it...? How?
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Hemming the sleeves or altering it so it's easier to wear. I can't do much about appearances, but everybody looks stupid in what they were given, so you'll have to deal with it just like everybody else.
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He looks down at himself. The silken Aladdin-looking shit is pretty sheer, but he has underwear on, so!! Itās fine! Itās still a pain to wear!]
I donāt want it hemmed! I want my robes back! I want something notāgirly! Like this!
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[ He will look ugly wearing a suit jacket and balloon pants, but that's okay. ]
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[He straightens up clutching the coat, lips twisting in a frown.]
Hem them! I... I donāt have any money here to pay you! My uncle will pay you back!
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[ He holds his hand out for the coat. I guess Jin Ling will have to go around in just the crop top for the rest of his threads though ]
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[He glances warily down at Ayabeās hands. He has... to give up his shield... Fuck. Reluctantly, he hands over the coat, but doesnāt let it go yet.]
You better give it back...
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Of course I'll give it back. I don't want to keep this.
[ Girly clothes. ]
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Shut up. [He lets go finally.] Tell me your name.
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Ayabe takes the clothes back and properly refolds it again before draping it over his arm, because he's like that ig ]
Reito Ayabe. What's your name?
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...Jin Ling.
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Ling.
[ Is this the name he uses. How does this name work. ]
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Wow! It makes it sound like they are pretty close! Like--friends! It's one "ah" short of A-ling!]
Ayabe.
[Two can play at that game.]
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I'll see what I can do about this, Ling. For your dog, you can probably find something in the kitchen to bait her with.
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I don't have to bait her. She always listens to me.
[But this makes him glance around the kitchen skeptically. He doesn't know how a goddamn thing in here works, honestly, but he will not say that.]
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That's fine after you find her and call her to you, but you need help finding her first, right? Check the fridge for any meat. I can make hamburger steak or something, and she'll come running if she's hungry.
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...Fridge? [Yeah, okay. Which one of these fucking things is a fridge. Hilariously, he assumes a fridge is just a smokehouse.] Don't feed my dog weird things!
[He doesn't know what a hamburger steak is.]
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[ ...A moment passes, and he gestures at the white box standing there on the side. This boy lives under a rock, he can't expect anything from him. ]
It's not weird. If she doesn't like hamburger, then tell me what she does like, so I can make that instead.
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She eats pheasant, or roast, or ham. [Hm. there's a lot of perishable shit in here. Wild. People not shopping for one day and having to cook stuff that can't be preserved with ice.] Are you a servant or something?
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No.
[ He sure feels like it most of the time, though. ]
I live on my own, so I cook for myself. It's a skill people should know.
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We just have servants do it. Except for when I was with the Lans when we were hunting. In Yi City, they made congee, but it was for the corpse poisoning.
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I'll do it. The food will spoil if you keep the door open too long. Now what is corpse poisoning?
[ Like food poisoning except you're eating corpses?? what's going on over there ]
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Corpse poisoning. [Said like Ayabe should know.] Itās when you die and then become a turned corpse because youāve ingested a corpseās blood. It happened to some of the disciples in Yi Cityāthe corpsesā blood was powder, so when we fought them, it exploded in the air, and they inhaled it.
Rice can cure it if you put it on the wound, or if you eat it.
[He seems proud about knowing this! Even if stupid Wei Wuxian was the one who taught them about the congee. š]
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