WEEK THREE: MINGLE

[cluedin]

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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Comments

[oathic]

[yea he can't read]

Wow. We don't have to clean this up fo we?

[soba]

I'm not cleaning anything.

[ he will make notations :/ ]

[oathic]

Yeah.., maybe we should just write the place off as a lost cause?

1/2

[soba]

We should probably try to find this...

[ he looks at the clipboard again ]

Golden tub?

[soba]

Who the hell can afford this?! Take care of your damn house instead of buying stupid shit, you morons!!

[oathic]

Whoa, whoa, calm down! Maybe it was... a gift...?

[soba]

Sell the gift and fix your damn house.

[ stupid ass people why does your baby need a gold tub ]

[oathic]

Gifts have sentimental value!

[soba]

Why are you so sappy?

[ but fine, he will move to actually enter the house ]

[oathic]

What's wrong with being sappy? Also, watch your step.

[because broken glass]

[soba]

Huh--

[ he immediately steps onto the glass

at least he has shoes on ]

[oathic]

... Never mind. Well, let's just be careful going forward.

[soba]

Oops...

[ well, there's only one floor, so this shouldn't take too long. ]

We just check each room?

[oathic]

[imagine if the tub is in the junkyard]

Sounds like it. I guess we just write stuff down...?

[soba]

[ god i fuckin hope so ]

Yeah. The first thing is probably the glass.

[oathic]

Okay... "Broken glass everywhere." Who knows, maybe a craftsman might like that.

[soba]

I hope they like to wear shoes.

[ but okay then....

maybe to the kitchen?? where is that... ]

[oathic]

[we'll never know! because enjoy the flock of pigeons to your face, toi.]

[soba]

[ ldjfsdgljdsgd

there's feathers in his mouth ]

Are you kidding me?!

[oathic]

[he holds up the clipboard to shield his own face.]

You okay there, Toi? Do you want this?

[soba]

Write down that it has pigeons.

[ toi is going to singlehandedly tank the cost of this house even if it kills him ]

[oathic]

Okay...

[writes down "pigeons".]

Man, I hope they didn't build a nest in here somewhere.

[soba]

If there is, hopefully they will charge you next time.

[ but he will dust himself off of any stray feathers and will KEEP GOING TO THIS KITCHEN ]

[oathic]

I mean, better me than you—but why are you wishing harm on me!?

[TOI REALLY WANTS THE KITCHEN]

[soba]

So far it's only been me!!

[ even it out ]