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]

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 ]

[oathic]

It's not my fault you stepped on glass... but okay, if another swarm of pigeons appears, I'll protect you.

[soba]

Ah. Don't, actually.

People might get mad if you get hurt.

[oathic]

People wouldn't want you getting hurt either, so it's cool.

[soba]

Uh huh.

[ oh. there is a chest in the middle of the hall. ]

[oathic]

Ooh, treasure. Should we open it?

[soba]

... carefully.

[ he has none trust of this box ]

[oathic]

Got it.

[inside are

eggs.

lots of eggs.]

[soba]

[




he closes the chest. ]

[oathic]

[writes down "eggs".]

Do you think these increase or decrease the value...?

[soba]

It probably means less grocery shopping...?

[ if you want to live on an egg diet ]

[oathic]

All right, I'll make a note of that.

[jots that down!]

[soba]

[ i hate this

but time to keep walking then. there is another chest but toi just walks right by it this time. ]

[oathic]

[wow!! babo kim is good and stops to open it. lots of yarn this time.]

Hey, Toi, wait up—!

[soba]

Did you open it?

[ he looks back and

oh look, more pigeons ]

[oathic]

[dramatically rushes in front of toi

holds up clipboard to protect himself]

[soba]

[ i fucking hate this

babo kim braves the pigeon onslaught as toi wonders how the fuck it ended up like this ]

[oathic]

[someone save toi

anyhow, once they all fly away, leaving behind feathers and honestly probably bird crap on the floor in their wake—]

Phew! Crisis averted.

[soba]

We're taking off more points for that.

[ this house will be a parking lot ]

[oathic]

I don't think it has a lot of points to lose...

[soba]

The housing market is harsh.

[ bUT MOVING ON

THEY HAVE ROOMS TO EXPLORE ]

[oathic]

[WHERE TO NEXT, has toi finally found the kitchen

also, watch out for those floorboards.]

[soba]

[ he has found the kitchen




and gets hit by a floorboard ]

Fuck!

[oathic]

[carefully steps around the floorboard in question...]

Are you okay? That looked painful...