WEEK ZERO: WELCOME INTRO

[cluedin]

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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Comments

honesty akira deserves this

[survivaltricks]

[well, whatever Akira was expecting when he first saw his supposed-to-be-extremely-dead rival, it wasn't this. or maybe it was? either way, he lets out a surprised noise as he gets hit, the blow sending him stumbling back a step or two]

[and then because he ain't no WEAK ASS BITCH]

[he straightens, shoots Akechi a flat, sharp glare]

[and totally TRIES TO PUNCH HIM IN THE JAW]

[good job boys. this is called communicating]

does he tho

[miscakes]

Tch—!

[THE PUNCH CONNECTS.......... Though it does shit to stop Akechi from retaliating, and only serves to twist his expression into something absolutely furious? The boys are alright. This is how you have a conversation, clearly.]

You absolute imbecile!

[Yeah.

He's just going to try tackle him to knock him over. LET HIM BEAT YOU UP, ASSHOLE!!! HE BIG MAD.]

probably

[survivaltricks]

[NO!!! YOU GOTTA TRY TO BEAT HIM UP!!! though he is going down, slamming onto the ground on his back, when Akechi tackles him. but he doesn't stay pinned; he immediately attempts to drive his knee into Akechi's gut and swap their positions, so he's the one on top]

What the hell, Akechi!! This is seriously how you want to do things?!

[nevermind that Akira is merely throwing fuel onto the fire]

[miscakes]

[Akechi grunts as Akira's knee connects with his gut, and then — he finds his positions reversed. There is An Attempt to kick him in the nuts, which may or may not be successful? Yeah. One day Akechi will find some chill, but that day is clearly not today.]

Oh, please, as if you don't know what this is about! [Practically hissing at him. If looks could kill... Well.] After our last meeting... You have some nerve showing your face here!

[HOW DARE YOU, ETC, ETC, ETC.]

[survivaltricks]

[THAT'S A LOW BLOW AKECHI!! fortunately Akira is now sitting on Akechi's thighs to prevent exactly those kind of sneak attacks. he also reaches out to grab at Akechi's wrists and pin them to the ground above his head. mostly to prevent any further punches or blows. he'd rather talk than fight, after all. . . even if he isn't afraid of punching back]

I have some nerve showing up here?!

[he sounds extremely incredulous, and-- well. . . Akechi might notice that he's purposefully lowering his voice into a loud whisper, something that only the two of them can hear. because despite the little scuffle, Akira has some decorum when it comes to Akechi's secrets]

You're the one who's supposed to be dead!!

[EXPLAIN YOURSELF]

[miscakes]

[BITCH!!! Grinding his teeth, he looks very much like he's gently considering manslaughter over here. But, at least, from this position he can't throttle Akira. Again. Even if he's trying to.]

I'm well aware of that, thank you.

[Lowering his voice accordingly, if only because he doesn't want the whole ass ballroom to know. He's? Not the one who has to explain himself? Thanks for the reminder, bro.]

So tell me why, exactly, you're in the same location as a dead man. Am I wrong to assume the obvious?

[survivaltricks]

[every time he squirms Akira leans into him to dig his knee painfully under Akechi's ribs. MEAN!1 but hey, in his experience Akechi requires tough love. "love"]

[his gaze also narrows]

I'm not dead.

[so yes, Akechi is wrong from assuming the obvious]

And I'm the one wondering how a supposedly dead man is alive again.

[miscakes]

[Can Akira maybe uhhhhh, fuck off.]

Well, I'm not alive. So perhaps there's something you've forgotten.

[One of them is wrong here and it's not Akechi. Probably.

(No.)

Either way... He huffs out a breath, glancing at their surroundings for a moment as if just realizing they're having this brawl out in public. Ah. Bad.]

... Get off me. I refuse to hold a conversation while in this position.

[survivaltricks]

. . . your definition of "not alive" could use some work.

[visible hesitation as Akira studies Akechi's expression as carefully as he can]

[but then his grip on Akechi's wrists loosens before he pushes himself off of the detective, giving him plenty of room to stand up]

[and because he is not a complete jerk, he extends a hand to help]

[miscakes]

[Haha! No.

He gives Akira A Look when he extends his hand, half offended and half bewildered. Pointedly refusing to take it, he stands up by himself and brushes the dirt off his clothes. Imaginary dirt, maybe. Who knows.]

... If you want to continue this conversation, follow me.

[Glancing. At the room's exit. Let's take this somewhere private before Akira keeps doxxing him... Or not. He won't wait for his response before he starts to move, though.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[without a word, Akira withdraws his hand, fingers curling into a fist that he briefly lays against his chest before his arm falls to the side. despite their little scuffle, when Akechi walks Akira falls into step behind him, fingers slipping into the pockets of his suit pants and chin tilted up proudly]

[if Akechi hadn't made the request to take this somewhere more private, he would've totally suggested it himself. because despite their history, he has no intention on revealing Akechi's secrets to the mansion at large]