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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Comments

[swordflash]

I don't know what their deal is, but they cling to whatever touches them. Mr. Wright and that guy wouldn't leave them behind.

[oathic]

Maybe they're lonely.

[slobjection]

... They weren't harmful. They are hard to get off, though.

[ so he just let them be ]

[oathic]

Hm... well, they're kind of cute.

[swordflash]

Cute? What part of them looks cute?

They have spikes all over them with just one eye! Where's the mouth, huh? How about a nose? How can they jump so well when they don't have legs? Somebody explain this to me!

[oathic]

Keep an open mind, Zenitsu!

[swordflash]

It's open! My mind is open like the door behind us and I still can't figure this out! There were so many of them and all they've done is stick! I don't understand!

[disreguarded]

[ what if she just like, ran her hand through his hair to see if she can find any more spike friends in there. ]

[oathic]

Whoa! Deep breaths there.

[slobjection]

If you don't want yours, I'll take them.... I have a place in mind for them.

[swordflash]

[ please see jin ling for the retrieval of one (1) spiked creature. ]

[slobjection]

Yep.

.. They helped us out, too.. so I wouldn't mind giving them a new home.

[oathic]

What'd they do?

[slobjection]

Slowed down a monster for us.

[ many spiky friends were sacrificed.... ]

[oathic]

Oh... very noble of them.

[goldpeony]

[😒]

[swordflash]

[The judgmental side glance draws Zenitsu's gaze . . . ]

Ah, Ling! You're here, too? Don't tell me—you were worried about us?

[goldpeony]

No! I was seeing who was dead. [Very mean.] I'm surprised it wasn't y--

What's on the back of your head?

[slobjection]

Now, now. Let's be nice.

[ kill phoenix instead, finish him ]

[goldpeony]

[He makes a face behind the mask.]

You aren't any better either.

[slobjection]

Were you hoping I'd be dead...?

[ he's just teasing though.. he even laughs a bit, then wheezes in pain ]

[goldpeony]

I wouldn't be surprised if they had to drag you--

WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?! Stop and go see someone who has something that can help you!! Don't just stand there and not breathe!

[swordflash]

[Meanie! Jerk! Brute!]

What's what?

[He reaches back with his slightly burned hand. The moment the tips of his fingers touch the squishy spike, dread etches onto his face and he whips his hand back around with a shout.]

Nooooo!

[Clinging to his fingers, the spiked creature dislodges from his head. The sheer force rips it from his hand and it flies straight to Jin Ling.]

[goldpeony]

[He honest to god screams in surprise, not expecting Zenitsu to just THROW IT ON HIM. He doesn't even know if the spikes hurt or not, but he reaches up to try snatching it off the front of his robes where it's clinging. It's stuck--for now.

Tugging it only tugs out the front of his robe.]

DON'T THROW IT ON ME, YOU MORON! What is this thing?! Get it off me!

[swordflash]

[They don't hurt—not to Zenitsu's knowledge, else he would've noticed that one's presence earlier.]

No way! If I touch it, it'll just get stuck to me again! You'll have to get it off yourself!