bluesclues | WEEK FOUR: MINGLE

WEEK FOUR

OCCUPANCY: 25

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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[DON'T STEAL HIS GANG MEMBERS YOU BASTARD.]

Tch--!! A gang that plays with sticks. Pathetic.

They aren't sticks! They're amazing standards that symbolize the spirit of our gang, waved up high to signal the people to safety from the flames, each one a unique work of art in its own right!

[Tch--!!]

[ beau is losing it now just - laughing. she's gonna get off galo and sit on the bike. ]

Shh, you're both pretty.

You've described a stick.

[Oh-- well if Beau is going to touch his precious Detroit, then hopping off Galo as well - hurrying over to follow and make sure she doesn't scuff it or anything.]

Normally it is made of fire. They have changed it somehow.

[Wow? Wow? Getting up and rushing over after them! Beau doesn't get to ride it first! Not fair!]

Now it's just a bunch of sticks stuck together! Who cares!

[ she will not scuff it!! it's very pretty, and she's just sort of like gently patting it. ]

I'm guessing they didn't want you to ride a bike made of fire through the extremely flammable mansion. [ she glances at galo ] Have you ever ridden his bike before this?

[ hehe ]

[She is patting it like a horse. Glancing at Galo too, eyes narrowed.]

I will ride it wherever I please.

[Jesus, stop. Anyway, I actually have zero idea of how to ride a motorcycle, but Lio does, so, pretend the shit I'm sayin' is right. Give me this.] That is the ignition-- [pointing it out] The throttle is here, the front brake is also by your hand, the rear brake near your foot. Do not crash into a tree.

No, he won't let me.

[Oblivious.]

[ all she has is experience with horses, lio!! don't judge her. ]

Fuck, that's a lot of things to remember at once - how fast does it go?

[ poor galo. ] Maybe I should like. Sit on the back while someone else makes it go so I don't kill myself by hitting a tree at mach fuck.

[ Poor Galo. ]

Very fast.

[Though, Beau is starting to worry him too? His brow is deeply creased, and he's coming really close to just shoving her off too.]

I can show you how.

I can also show you how, Beau.

[Standing next to this, arms folded? Y'all gonna drive off on a joyride and leave him here? Maybe he wanted to hold Lio from behind while they drive around on it? Geez.]

I bet Lio doesn't even have a motorcycle license. But I do.

[ oh my god don't make her pick which boy she wants to drive with she loves both of you you dumb assholes ]

You need a license to drive this thing? [ ............ maybe she will get off the bike ] Both of you can show me how, how about that.

You do not need a license to drive it. [Glaring! At Galo! Because he definitely does not have a license? He is a terrorist.] It is a ruse so you are forced to pay fines to the law enforcement agency of Promepolis.

[Poking at her so she sits back, trying to clamber onto the front before Galo can get there first.]

He will wait his turn.

He doesn't even have a license!

[Pointing at him, like this will convince Beau.]

I'll drive, and he can come with me.

[ oh, sure, okay. she scoots back a bit to let lio on, looking amused. ]

I mean, it is technically Lio's bike, so. His word goes. [ sorry galo. ] Fuck the police, right?

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