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bluesclues2020-03-06 08:05 pm
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WEEK THREE: MINGLE
WEEK THREE
OCCUPANCY: 28
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 Pumpkin is...probably around tending to the animals outside. As you exit your rooms on this lovely morning, guests will find that the barrier leading upstairs has diminished, and a new floor has been opened to explore.
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 Mammon's portrait remains the same, on occasion it will change to an image of a flattened and concave individual almost unrecognizable. Likewise, Meltryllis's portrait looks just like herself, though if you blink you may miss it changing into a large leviathan, claws and scales glistening against the water. Finally, Stefano's portrait reveals a picture of the artist, but every now and then his head hangs from his neck by a shred of skin. 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.
They say that the past builds a strong foundation for the future. But what if your past isn't quite as clear as others? Anyone can lie about who they are; all it takes is a bit of practice to hide your true memories. Starting today, however, it seems as though the skeletons in your closet wish to come out. Memories you've kept hidden during this stay will begin to float to the surface of your mind, forcing their way out and onto other guests in your vicinity. There doesn't appear to be rhyme or reason how it happens whether it's by touch or by simply standing close to someone. Some memories may be stronger around those you're closest with, but it seems as though everything will be brought to the light eventually.
Perhaps your memories are happy ones. Or perhaps you'll view your memories as something to be ashamed of, hiding away from the people you've come to befriend. Maybe it's a good thing you'll find that you can't see your own reflection in the mirror. Entering rooms becomes harder when you have to be invited by someone else, and...the smell and taste of garlic becomes repugnant, driving you away,
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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fuck wasps
Ayabe goes ahead and takes the clipboard and money, breading out loud the description about the house being stunning, yet modest, and nearby local transportation. This is great! A house next to the bus stop is so convenient. ]
Look out for... "self-locking doors, sensitive home security alarms that trigger without warning, wasps nests"
-—WASP NESTS?!
[ AAAAAA No!! Don't do this to their nice stunning modest home!! Ayabe stares up at the sky for a moment, and then looks back down at the paper. ]
..."and occasionally eccentric travelers who come from the train station and decide to use the house as a depot."
We're going to have to kick them out, and get rid of the wasp nest. There's also a model ship we need to keep an eye out for, so keep that in mind.
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[or deal with PEOPLE... also how did this house get here?!
he hesitantly scoots toward the door, though-
oops there goes an alarm, and he yelps, immediately scooting RIGHT back.]
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...It's fine!
[ He has to shout above the alarm ]
If the police come, we can tell them about Blue and they can get us out of here! Make sure your sleeves are pulled down and stick close to me, and we can... ward off the wasps.
[ MAYBE. They're probably buzzing around EVERYWHERE because of the alarm, but Ayabe just places a hand on Nie Huiasang's back and marches him inside the house. ]
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[he's getting marched inside this house, though, too surprised to do anything else-- it's nice inside, at least, despite the faint blaring of that alarm. maybe it'll shut off now that they're in, or maybe they get to deal with this Forever.
either way, nie huaisang hesitantly steps further inside, glancing around for secret wasps.]
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Close your mouth in case a wasp flies into your face.
[ Maybe he can get Nie Huaisang to stop shouting. It's the hallway that opens up first, leading into the living room and a set of three doors on either side of them. He's not leaving Nie Huaisang along to divide and conquer, so he tugs him towards the kitchen. ]
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[it works, For Now. he just nods and hums his assent, there, snapping open one of his fans like he's going to use it as a wasp swatter as he follows ayabe into the kitchen.
and starts carefully opening cupboards to inspect them. they have to find something, right? he's here to SEARCH.]
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the cupboard starts buzzing. ]
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then backs quickly away from it.]
Ah- no ship in there...
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Let's... not open any doors. We can comb through the house itself first, and then come back and check the cupboards.
[ Inefficient, but safer. ]
Do you have another fan? Let me borrow one, in case we come across any wasps.
[ They'll be covered in bug guts by the time he's finished with this place though ]
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[he hands one over reluctantly, which ayabe had better be grateful for because this is Only happening since nie huaisang likes him. it's purple!]
But that does sound safer. Should we keep looking in here, or...?
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Thanks. Let's... check one of the bedrooms, actually. If it's a model ship, somebody would have it on display, right? If it's not in the living room, it should be in one of the bedrooms.
[ Hopefully! Hopefully they won't open the door and find somebody sleeping in the nude or something. Wouldn't that be terrible?
They exit the kitchen, the door slams behind them, and the next door they open, this is exactly what happens. They open the door to a man lying in bed who screams when they step inside, pulling the blankets up to cover a bare torso. ]
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[they exit the kitchen, open a new door, and suddenly the man is screaming! nie huaisang is screaming! he covers his face with his fan so he can't see this INDECENCY.]
I'm sorry-! I'm sorry, but you really can't be here!
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So, you know. The bedroom door slams and locks behind them. That's fun. ]
Sorry- uh! Hello? Um. Wakarimasu ka?
[ WHAT LANGUAGE IS THIS try out ancient Chinese and see if he recognizes it ]
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-oh, no. I can't... do you understand him? Um- excuse me!
[he waves the fan to get the man's attention! then he uses the fan to gesture to the man, to the bed, and shakes his head as he makes an X with his arms. then he gestures to the man, and to the door.
--then he looks startled as he realizes he's forgotten something very important to indicate! he tugs at his own sleeve, gestures down at his clothes, and points to the guy again as he covers his eyes with the fan.]
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The man points to the set of drawers across the room.
That's it. That's his answer. ]
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[he trots over to the drawers, which he assumes the man has his clothes in, so that he can try to fetch them for him!
but even if that's correct they're all still locked in together, so... wow, awkward.]
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[he's not touching another person's underwear.]
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[ He doesn't want to either... But they need this and so he takes the underwear and
It looks kind of small, actually? There's firetrucks printed on the front of the boxers, in bright red, and Ayabe has a strong suspicious this isn't the owner of the house sitting in that bed.
He looks around for he largest pair of boxers he can find and tosses it over to the man. ]
Who are you? Did you break into this house? Um...
[ He makes a fist with one hand and punches it into his other palm. "Break." The man looks at Ayabe in alarm. ]
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[he immediately shakes his head, grabbing ayabe's arm and trying to pull his fist away from his palm. he makes another x with his arms then as he gestures to ayabe, waving his hands as he shakes his head.
then he heads over to the bedroom door, pointing to the lock with his fan. he mimes picking the lock, then gestures to the man again, head tilted questioningly.]
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He doesn't go for the closet for clothes, though, but instead walks towards the door where the two of them stand and gestures for them to stand aside. They want him to "break" down this door, yes? ]
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you know what, nie huaisang will just nod eagerly. yes! get them all out of here!]
Ah, write down a broken door on the hazards, please.
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Right. We can direct him to the kitchen too, he might know which cupboards don't have wasps. Maybe he knows where the ship is.
[ Again, he's hopeful, but only because he can defer all charades to Nie Huaisang while he takes on the role of noting the damages. Which is going to be a whole door, because the man does a spin kick and completely smashes it in half, the door never stood a chance. Can't lock on them if it's completely fallen off the hinges.
Another set of alarms start blaring, adding to the first. ]
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oh, but then there are alarms, and he sees their chance to get rid of this guy. he quickly gestures to the man, looking startled, then gestures toward wherever the sound is coming from-- then he points toward the front door, sort of running in place for a second. then he gestures rapidly to the front door again.
also since the guy cannot understand them, he's talking while he does all this.]
I don't know how to ask him about wasps like this, young master Ayabe, we'd really better just send him on his way...
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There's another nod from the man, but instead of heading towards the front doors, he walks further inside the house, waving them up the stairs to the second floor. ]
No, wait- Excuse me! [ UH. He reaches out to tap the man on the shoulder to get his attention. ] Bzzzz?
[ Wasps buzz, right? Yeah. The man smiles and nods, and turns around and continues up the steps. ]
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