WEEK FOUR: MINGLE

[cluedin]

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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[disreguarded]

[ what a good question, guess he'll just have to pass ]

No, I mean teleportation circles. What's an elevator?

[kazokun]

[ How to prevent murders this week: hold people's hands ]

Something like... a teleportation box? But slower.

[disreguarded]

[ friendship is magic, we've solved the murder mansion, everybody go home ]

Oh. Sounds - not fun. A box? Like - you get in the box, and it moves you somewhere?

[kazokun]

Yeah. Sometimes it plays music, too. That doesn't sound fun?

[ It's just like the circle, but slower. Sometimes it fails and you're stuck for four hours. Or the cables break and you plummet and die. He's sure those magic circles aren't 100% safe either. ]

[disreguarded]

... No, it sounds horrible. [ sometimes you miss the destination you're teleporting to and end up embedded in a rock. it's fine. that's a risk she's willing to take. ] Is it supposed to be fun?

[kazokun]

No, it's supposed to be horrible.

[ She's right, the music makes it worse. But it's still better than stairs, which they have to take slow on the account of Beau's leg. ]

[disreguarded]

[ which she appreciates, taking it slow. ]

It sounds what would happen if you let a bard create a form of transport. Like they lock you in a tiny box and force you to listen to their music until you get to your destination.

[kazokun]

...Yes, that is exactly how it is.

[ Still better than stairs, though!!! They are going all the way down stairs to the ground floor. All the way outside. They're going to go sit on the swings in the playground. There's the thought in the back of Ayabe's head that he could get up and walk back to the blood room and it would take Beau an hour to hobble her way back up there but then she would throttle him. ]

[disreguarded]

[ she'd absolutely hobble up all four floors to suplex him into the blood room floor, yea. ]

What, are you taking me up on my offer? [ beau jokes weakly - like ayabe's just gonna murder her in the middle of the playground in broad daylight ]

[kazokun]

[ Why bring this back up when he's trying hard not to think about it anymore ]

For what? The laundry date? If you spill, maybe.

[ If she gets food on her clothes then he'll have no choice but to force her on a laundry date. ]

[disreguarded]

[ a beat. she kind of just grins a little, tiredly. ]

You know, I'm not actually a toddler. I'm not gonna spill. But we should still do laundry anyway.

[kazokun]

You can prove that to me by not spilling.

[ What's for lunch/dinner/whatever time of day it is ]

[disreguarded]

[ who knows, beau brought like a little bit of a bunch of things, bread, dried meats, fruits, because the only thing she knows ayabe likes is croquettes. ]

I'm like way older than you. [ nyehhhh ]

[kazokun]

Seven years isn't a lot.

[ It is a lot. Beau isn't even old, Ayabe's just a child and sometimes I forget that because he acts like he's 30 instead of the tiny kid that he is. ]

[disreguarded]

[ beau makes a face at him. ]

Seven years is a lot. [ she reaches to muss his hair because she's a brat. ] And yet somehow you keep trying to be the boss of me.

[kazokun]

[ No!! He can't even pull out of the way because that would risk upsetting his food /: ]

Someone's got to take care of you. Don't give me a reason to be bossy, and I won't.

[disreguarded]

[ she gives him a small smile, and it's far more genuine and affectionate than it should be, considering they're grumbling, but. ]

Maybe I like having someone bossy around. [ she hums, picking a piece of fruit up off her plate and popping it into her mouth. ]