bluesclues | WEEK FOUR: MINGLE

WEEK FOUR

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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, three images will flicker and change sporadically. While Subete's portrait remains the same, on occasion it will change to an image of a disembodied head, expression frozen in shock. Likewise, Dazai's portrait looks just like himself, though if you blink you may miss it changing into a hulking, dark nine-tailed fox with blood glistening in its teeth. Finally, Anya's portrait reveals a picture of the young girl, but every now and then a blossom of red appears on her pristine outfit as the light fades from her eyes. 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.

After weeks of getting to know each other, you may believe you have learned the most important things about them. You've seen their memories, you've felt their emotions, and you've shared their pain. But even so, some of you continue to hide your true intentions. Starting today, from the moment you wake, a mask will appear and cover half of your face. Each mask is different and though you may not understand what it means yet, each design implies something about you. Those who have experience within the supernatural world might have a white feather pattern across their mask while those who have powers associated with a certain element may find their mask changing color and temperature. Some masks may reflect bloody handprints to reflect the sins of a killer while others will appear black and cracking for someone who has died before. Those holding back a big secret will find their mask slowly covering their whole face and others still will find their masks reflecting anything from acts of betrayal to hidden romantic feelings. Though all are unique to each guest, all will find they are unable to remove these masks.

Some of you may wear your mask proudly as you have nothing left to hide, while others of you may become desperate in your attempt to remove it. Feelings of anger and aggression may bubble up to the surface this week over the smallest problems even for the most calm of people. As the sun sets, you may find that you don't feel quite like yourself, opposite personality trades coming to light. Luckily for you, you may not have to worry. Every now and then you may find a gap in your memory, temporary amnesia removing an embarrassing incident or two.

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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[it's the theories he wants to hear, but it sounds like she won't give them unless he's honest first. with another sharp exhale. . . he shakes his head]

I'm pissed off.

[OBVIOUSLY. . .]

If anyone-- anyone-- ever hurt a hair on his head, then I'd--

[he snaps his mouth shut, not wanting to finish that statement. what would he do. . .? he knows he'd be furious, he knows he'd seek revenge, and he knows he wouldn't murder because murder isn't him. but it's hard to put all of that into words]

[ beau knows how to bargain with the mystery kids. ]

Good. You should be pissed off. [ she says, crouching down to start picking up popcorn. ] Don't let anybody tell you that you shouldn't be, okay? And I know you're gonna use it the right way.

... Who was it? Can I ask?

[SHE SURE DOES]

[he exhales, slightly grateful that she didn't ask him to finish that sentence. he isn't sure what he would've said, anyway]

Mmm. . . yeah. I will.

[he's also grateful she seems to have faith in his ability to utilize his anger the right way. he is, he supposes, used to fine-tuning that anger into a weapon that he can use to fight injustice, isn't he. . .? and he's good at making sure he stays within his own personal moral code, no matter what]

My best friend.

[maybe more than that. . . he isn't sure. but it's someone who saved him back when his life was very, very dark]

His name is Ryuji.

[ of course she has faith - she recognizes that anger, after all.

she pauses, and glances up at akira, frowning. ]

I'm sorry, Akira, that's - really fucking rough. I know it probably doesn't make you feel better, but - I don't think it's real. It's just a really fucking good trick. He's probably okay. Probably waiting for you back home.

[ god she hopes it's a trick ]

[another deep breath in and out, and Akira lifts his gaze to meet Beau's. . . and forces a smile]

[it's strained, but he's trying]

I don't think it's real, either.

[do you always believe everything you see and hear?]

He'd probably laugh at me for thinking that it was for even one second.

[ that's a goddamn mood that forced smile GOD ]

We're gonna get you out of here so he can. [ she says, meeting his gaze. her mask - which i've now decided is not what i said earlier but is in fact the following: a mask that looks like it was jade green but has cobalt blue haphazardly painted over the top of it, with cracks that occasionally glow bright, angry red -

does just that. it glows red. ]

[he can't help it]

[he huffs a laugh, humorless as it is, and says--]

Nice mask, by the way.

[AKIRA IS AN APPRECIATOR OF ALL MASKS!! even his own, which is relatively plain in comparison]

[ she huffs, bringing a hand up to cover it. ]

This place thinks it's really fucking funny, is what it is. [ she scowls. ] I don't know why it couldn't be more like yours.

[. . . hums a bit, because he might not get the symbolism, of her mask, but he understands her pain]

Some of us have more to hide, I guess. Which isn't a bad thing either way. [. . .] I don't know. I won't ask if you aren't willing to share.

[another pause]

Thanks, by the way. For helping me.

[both with the mess he caused and the whole, you know. being angry over a hostage thing. she absolutely calmed him down just by talking him through it]

... I'll tell you, if you want to know. It's not really a secret or anything.

[ beauregard is like the LEAST secretive about her backstory in the nein it's just that nobody in her adventuring party ever asks her about it so HERE'S ME OUT HERE LIKE WHERE'S THE LORE

anyway ]

But - yeah. Of course, dude. You've done the same for me, anyway. It's not a problem.

[Akira's brows quirk in surprise at that, and. . . he almost doesn't ask. but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious. and besides-- he liked Beau]

[and he didn't want to say no to a chance to get to know her better]

Okay.

[he flashes her a smile and gestures to a theater seat]

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