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WEEK FIVE: MINGLE
WEEK FIVE
OCCUPANCY: 23
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 Phoenix's portrait remains the same, on occasion it will change to an unrecognizable figure, flames surrounding the charred flesh. Likewise, Four's portrait looks just like herself, though if you blink you may miss the sharp knives protruding through her chest, rivers of blood dripping down her front. 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.
You know what to expect by now. Once a week, one of your own transforms into someone unrecognizable. But it's hard to empathize with someone without experiencing the hardship for yourself, isn't it? Worry not. Starting today, from the moment you wake, you will find that you yourself have changed into something unrecognizable. Claws, fangs, fur, scales, extra limbs, extra mouths...the changes are numerous as your monster form takes a hold of you. Oh but it's alright! It's just the physical appearance, after all. You're still yourself inside...but it may be hard to believe that as the week goes on.
Some of you may be able to brush these strange changes aside. Others of you may find yourself struggling to understand who you really are. And others of you will find even more problems on hand. Is it your imagination, or did the mansion grow several degrees colder? You just can't quite to seem to warm up. While you may normally be comfortable sharing blankets with your fellow guests, you now find yourself feeling a bit greedy and unwilling to share...well, anything, really. The insatiable greed requires you to take and take and take, no matter if you require the necessities you're taking. And yet even as you take, and especially as you consume, you find that you're never quite satisfied, belly never quite full regardless of how much you eat. That's troubling, isn't it?
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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MONDAY, 12PM
"I fell in love with a monster. A monster fell in love with me. Those were two separate incidents.
The monster I loved was hideous. Coarse, and rude, and unrefined... but they were kind, underneath it all. Vulnerable. I had no idea they were anything but a monster, that their entire household had been struck by a curse, all of them changed from it. They opened up to me and I fell. I kept it to myself. I was already the girl who went to the monstrous house, but the true monster was closer than I imagined.
The monster who fell in love with me lived nearby. It was dangerous in a different way, its true nature hidden from most who gazed upon it. This monster craved and wanted and consumed, and nothing ever seemed to sate it. It set its sights upon me one cold winter's night... I would not have survived had the one I called mine not shown up. That beast survived, but I escaped unscathed. Yet there was a price to pay…my love saved me, but at an unthinkable cost.
I couldn’t bear to stand by and let it happen. If a price was necessary, I would pay it. I stole the power from the being who had cursed my love. I stalked and preyed upon the beast that felled them, luring it into my trap and trading its life for my love’s. I would've spilled all the blood in the world to be able to tell them what I hadn't in life with no regret.
Some people simply deserve to live more than others, don't they? Haven't people died unfairly here as well? A little trade is all you need. Take someone else's life, and it will be given to the person you desire to see most again. With so many ripped away from you, surely one of them should be worth it."
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[HAPPY MONDAY EVERYONE!! the mansion has undergone a bit of. . . redecorating]
[there are now posters hanging in every common room of the mansion, each one decorated with a very particular design. most rooms have more than one poster even!! some of them have like ten posters!! someone was up all night in the drawing room doing arts and crafts]
[and each of the posters contains a simple, hand written message, which reads as follows:]
To the Oddity that revels in this cycle of bloodshed, misery and death:
You have trapped Master Blue within your walls and forced them to invite us here in order to satiate your thirst for violence. You have infected innocents with your power, turning them into monsters to goad them into murdering their own. These crimes cannot be forgiven, and justice demands that we stop you. And so, we have decided to save ourselves, those who have preceded us, and Master Blue themselves by stealing your heart and crushing it underneath our own power.
We hope you'll be ready for us when that time comes.
From,
The Phantom Thieves of Heart
[gasp. who could this mysterious phantom thief be???]
[Akira won't be found hanging up any of the posters, but if anyone wants to talk to him, you can reply to this comment looking for him or set up a PC! both are good!!]
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Suitably threatening.
[ maybe he will go looking for the likely culprit, cue me waddling at al for another pc and al running. ]
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Seriously, is my life an anime now?
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hey wait, was that there before? ]
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[ i can finally use these icons wow
but if you are walking by the duck pond, you'll see nothing out of the usual! just ducks, chilling? they're doing their duck thing.
there is also a kappa in the water with them. all things considered, he doesn't seem freaked out about this turn of events. he's also simply chilling. ]
b. garden
[ or the less kappa option, i guess.
but toi has a soccer ball with him again. he's still injured enough that he can't really run around and play, but he's practicing kicking the ball around.
he's pretty good, actually? maybe he kicks the ball over to you! or maybe he accidentally hits you in the face with it! it is harder to judge these things with one eye. ]
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kappa. kappa and duck.
ken was here to play and feed the ducks (and maybe bark at them but he's not there yet), expect there's a kappa and he can't help but wag his tail??? because this is...strangely exciting??? not that his face shows it because it's just unreadable as ever. ]
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Time to go over and crouch down near the edge of the pond.]
Toi?
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Monday in the Closet
[He's in the closet, trying to fuss over this big-ass tailfeather which won't fit in or around his robes. He's just in the white undergarment pants and shirt for now, and he's trying his best to figure out how to fix the golden robes so they will let the tail stick out.
He suddenly makes this noise once or twice in frustration.]
Garden
[Apparently, it's fucking cold in the house, so he's outside in the garden. He's lying on the ground on as much of an incline as he can find, settled back in the bed of his tail with one leg hooked over the knee of the other.
He has a notebook on his lap, and he's doodling or writing in it. But if someone shadows him, he'll slowly drop it down enough to glare over the top.]
You're in my light.
Wildcard
[Hit me up for PCs or anything if you want them!]
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which is to say that as soon as jin ling makes the bird(?) cry in frustration, ken will automatically growl and bark back in response and continue to until he slaps his hands over his mouth. ]
O, oh! I'm sorry.
ken i'm laughing
save him
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[ Sometimes!!! You just want to stop dealing with life and become a hobo in the woods. That's what we're doing this week. Ayabe dragging blankets and sticks and ropes and other such things to construct himself a little tent in the forest. It's easy to mistake these things floating across the grounds on their own, the semi-transparent form of a boy carrying them hard to see in the harsh sunlight.
He is finally burning his week 0 candles for warmth. The first one to get lit is Love Potion. ]
wc.
[ Ayabe is... a ghost... because that's what he always feels like inside, dead and unseen. I'm starting a new job this week so I'll be slower and will mostly do PCs? probably? Ayabe's chilling this week and so am I ]
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maybe it's a good thing that ken is sporting dog ears and a tail this week because he's going to be an obnoxious thorn in his side. something something dogs are loyal to a fault. either way, ken isn't here to drag him back to the room (yet) but he is here standing in front of the tent questioning if this is honestly what he wants. ]
Ayabe...are you really going to start sleep outside?
[ hands over his nose because fuck this awful doggie smell. ]
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[well, first of all, watch where you step? there are a few tiny, scattered droplets of some translucent jelly-looking stuff on the ground.
there is also nie huaisang, sitting somewhere and doing his best to paint-- and it's quickly obvious that he's, uh, not having the best time with this. he's still shaped like himself, but he's made up of the same semi-opaque jellylike substance, olive marbled with streaks of gold. if you try, you can kinda see through the parts of him not covered by clothes! the fabric is getting a little damp, maybe.
the biggest problem he's having is that instead of holding the brush with his fingers, it's just kind of halfway stuck into his hand? the paper he's trying to use is stuck to his other forearm. huaisang tries to pull the brush out of his hand, but it just kind of gets stuck fully inside and absorbed right into his hand, and he.... gives up, slumping bonelessly onto the table, facefirst.]
This is hopeless....!
[hashtag slime life.]
anywhere else-
[he's doing his best to avoid touching things. or people. just avoiding people in general, really? he's too proud of his appearance for this shit! he's gross! he absolutely hates it, thank you.
so he's pretty preoccupied if anyone happens to stumble across him. he turns a corner and nearly runs right into someone he didn't see there, with a startled little yelp--
and he just kind of. collapses. he is literally just a puddle now.
this Sucks.]
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What's this? Yuck! Get it off!
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[Luckily someone else drew fanart so you can get the idea. He's got claws on his fingies and birb feet too though, so be careful!
The first hour or two is him just trying to figure out how to control his wings and fit through doorways and stuff. Laugh at him, help him, your choice.]
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[Alternatively, you can find him outside on top of the shed, perched on his hands and feet with his wings spread out behind him. He's looking over the backyard, surveying, trying to decide what to do.
And then he launches himself off the shed, flapping his wings furiously to try and fly. It doesn't actually work, and he's less like a bird and more like a fat chicken trying to get down from a perch. So when he crashes into the ground, he's left cursing up a storm.
Feel free to catch him either before or after he jumps.]
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[ALSO YEAH. THAT MOTIVE.
HM.
He did promise not to murder anymore, but upon hearing that story he. Looks very conflicted. And possibly like he's contemplating murder for a second time in as many weeks.]
(Fanart comes from this twitter.)
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He stands out of the way and waits while Chuuya prepares the nerve and the technique to try to fly up off the shed. It's as good as he expects it to be when Chuuya goes up only to come right back down. Not able to help it, he slaps a hand over his mouth with a pffft and starts cackling.
This might be the first time he's laughed since being here maybe.]
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[ Well, it seems as the house has gained a door guardian because Horikawa certainly is sitting near the mansion, sitting perfectly in seiza. he seems to be meditating but he’s also absolutely covered in fluffy curls so honestly, he might just be napping instead? only one way to find out ]
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[ sometime later in the days you’ll hear cursing coming from the salon as hori and his now normal sized but clawed hands fighting with the absolutely massive amount of fluffy hair and tail he’s got now. how does kanesan deal with this every day, geez!!! he’s going to try hacking it all off if no one stops him ]
Etc
[ he’s a Komainu, a foo dog if you will, searching for his other half all week. catch him wandering around the mansion looking like he’s lost something precious and just fucking wreck him for being a sadsack ]
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looking for a dancing lamp ]
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[ after the past couple of weeks, it might be better to avoid this stupid cursed tower we keep bringing death to, but. no. ash is here. he's sprawled out in a pile of pillows and blankets, just staring up at the sky with the frown. it almost looks peaceful, if y'know.he didn't look quite as ticked off as he did
after a moment, he slaps a hand down on his head, specifically on the top of his head, and growls -- and it's a real growl, deep and throaty sounding. apparently, he has little rounded ears poking out of the top of his head, and they keep twitching?
his hair also looks a lot fluffier than usual, and his nails are oddly pointed -- almost claw like? wild. ]
ii. infinity closet
[ there are just so many pants scattered around. so many. ash has just been throwing them around everywhere, with increasing annoyance. you're probably going to walk in on him shredding a hole into the back of a pair of jeans because he sure does have a tail now. it's sticking out over the top of his waistband, in a way that definitely looks uncomfortable.
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please help him, he's terrible at making a tail hole. ]
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He stops to peer watchfully at Ash trying to wrangle a pair of jeans, the long trail of his tail folded and dragging behind him.]
Your whole pants are going to rip up your crotch now, stupid.
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[Galo is your basic bargin bin furry - he has blue wolf ears, a blue fluffy tail and fangy teeth. As the week goes on, he'll develop furry paws. He's also still extremely injured! His broken leg has been patched up the best possible, and he's been bandaged up significantly, but he's still obviously bruised all over and he's getting around on crutches. He should probably be staying in bed, but he's too bored!
Find him trying to get down stairs on crutches, wincing as he goes, or else forgetting he can't put weight on his foot and getting up too fast.]
all week; lio's room
[Otherwise, if you aren't finding Galo out and about, you can come visit him in Lio's room - the door is open. He's been sent back to bed for opening some stitches or hurting himself being too active, and he's desperate for visitors.]
Come in! I was just doing a project.
[He's coloring.]
all week; galo + lio
[Honestly, they're just being gross. Everywhere you go, it's PDA. Find them cuddling while playing games in the game room, feeding each other bites of food in the kitchen, obviously just finishing kissing as you walk into a room. If you want to talk to both of them at once, that's very easy to do.
You let us both live and now you have to live with this.]
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My shoulder's gonna be a bit easier on the stairs than a crutch.
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[Where the hell is Luna? Good question. She's out and about on Monday, perfectly fine. One might see a strand or two of her hair on a piece of furniture. Odd.
By Monday night, strands have turned into clumps, milky white fluid dripping like blood, and... something else, fleshy and translucent, scattered like powder--
Room 1 will be locked, and will STAY locked, for all of Tuesday. Yes, even for Horikawa.
((If you want a PC, holler. Otherwise, she isn't leaving her room.))]
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[Hi! So, apparently the way some people deal with guilt is making Shonen Promises, and those Shonen Promises manifest in, uh, possibly slightly annoying ways. Whatever it is you’re doing, or in the middle of doing, Lio is strolling on up, arms crossed, immediately demanding:]
I will assist.
[bro calm down.]
ii. hoarding
[Feels like the intersection between Being a Dragon and also experiencing a strong desire to create a Hoard is not so great a mix. It’s fine.
You can find him a couple of places around the house, hoarding, because apparently his tastes change throughout the week - the kitchen, stacking supplies on the counter. The infinity closet, apparently grabbing anything possible that’s warm. Even places like the Drawing Room deciding he needs every marker in the place, hairspray in the salon (should . . . . should you let him have that again) or even deciding every game in the game room is His Now.
If you reach a hand too close to his pile, he’ll fucking hiss? Jesus Christ. Either too helpful or just fucking mean, there is absolutely no in between this week.]
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Hold up, he's just gonna throw a long ass winter coat right at Lio's head. You're welcome. ]
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[ beau is doing her VERY BEST to climb everywhere high. she's on top of your closet. she's climbing the fridge. she's dragging in sticks from outside and making nests in the attic. she just wants all your stuff. give it.
and if you're another bird, she does as much as she can to just. roost next to you. hello. hope you like cuddles. also, hope you like exposed bones because she's got a few of them popping out of her chest around her ribcage, uh. she's not fully bird yet - elongated eyebrows, definitely talons for hands and feet, and some feathers poking out from under her arms and around her elbows. oh, and of course, her fabulous outfit. i'm too lazy to write it out in every tag so here.
oh, also catch her trying to nyoom up the stairs with her grappling hook. it's basically flying, right? ]
ii. wednesday; joint disaster with nie huaisang (cw: exposed bones)
[ so outside on wednesday, there's a bit of a commotion. in one of the trees is one beauregard lionett, but she doesn't look the way she should. her eyebrows are elongated slightly, her nose hooked and sharp, starting to connect with her mouth, kind of like a beak. she shifts in the tree, staring down grouchily and flexing her talon-like hands into the branch she's balanced on.
and underneath the tree is one nie huaisang, significantly goopier and more see-through. he's... doing his best to get into the tree also, but he seems to be having a hard time getting a good grip; he'll get partway up, then just sort of ooze right back down to the ground. ]
-- I really don't know, you might have to just jump? I don't think I can catch you like this...
[ as if he could catch her normally, but you know. ]
You don't have to catch me. I'm not coming down.
[ beau please. ]
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[ shima is spending more time outside this week. he's taken on a form reminiscent of a demon, with black horns protruding from his pink head, black eyes, an extra set of arms coming from his back, and black claws on all four of his hands.
You might see him at the playground, just looking at the jungle gym, before he just shrugs and launches at it, trying to grab hold with his extra arms only. It's... an attempt, and he manages to grab hold with one arm and tries to lift his second arm up only to just fall down and land on his feet. ]
Ugh! This is harder than it looks!
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[ Digging through the infinity closet used to be fun, but now it's just a chore. Shima's shivering as he going through the clothing, trying to find something that he can put on over his extra limbs. He's digging, tossing things onto the floor when he comes across this jacket. He stares at it for a long moment.
Before he tosses it onto the floor. ]
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instead have a small child with a beanie with his doggie ears sticking out (there are holes cut out for them) and bundled up so that he's nice and toasty. very warm. so blessed to have dog fur. ]
Maybe you should start piecing things together so they can fit.
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[ hello blues mansion, how many birdpeople do we have here. it's too many. unlike some people 45 doesn't seem especially keen on testing her new appendages or throwing herself around, which... a slightly closer look at her might reveal the reason for:
there's wings sprouting from her back, sure, broad and sweeping and deep black in color- but they're unkempt and in disarray, ragged and torn things with visible holes in them should someone be looking carefully. through some of them, rather than exposed sinew and bone, wiring and circuitry might be visible instead. the tail visible also seems to be in similar poor condition, as are parts of her hair that... seem to have taken on a more feathery texture?
also, her scarred eye is pretty much permanently closed this week too, there's that.
anyway, they're only nominally functional- so you might catch her getting caught in a doorway and swearing softly to herself as she fights to get them into a configuration where she can actually. get through.
or she might be stealing a bunch of the cushions and blankets from the astronomy room. is. is she trying to nest. it's cozy, shut up. ]
she's a corvid i don't know what to tell you
[ shiny and colorful things seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate, moreso especially if it might possibly be valuable.
is there magpie in her. there is probably magpie in her. but other things seem to be getting hoarded too? technical manuals? trinkets from the research lab? things from the library? you can catch her in a lot of places collecting things.
look. sometimes the mansion hits you with a double whammy, okay. ]
wc.
[ listen these are very basic prompts please play with me, i want all the monster threads whether they be mingle or pc. ]
please be kind to nikki, the local rat queen
What happened to your wings? There are holes in them! Do they hurt?
maybe she's glad she's not a rat for other reasons u_u
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the something is 'probably part magpie'
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A THING
1. Akira Kurusu will not become a monster this week.
2. Lio Fotia is immune, just like Hunter.
3. You will no longer receive jokes after what you almost did to UMP45.
4. Share this information with as many people as possible before Thursday evening.
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(Jokes are on a timeout!!) and an arrow pointing to the 3rd line.
Then underneath, he's drawn a rough version of:
🖕👅
and . . . a small dick?
He may not have thought to paraphrase any of this.]
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MINI-EVENT, WEDNESDAY
On Wednesday morning, the sweet crackling of the radio overhead rolls through and draws the attention of every guest in the house. After a moment, the static clears and the sound of Peach, Plum and Pumpkin will reach your ears (in varying degrees of enthusiasm, of course.)
"Master Blue would like to invite you to play a game. Please gather in the ballroom for your chance to win some fabulous prizes."
Of course, you're free to ignore this announcement and go about your business as usual. Nothing's going to force you to participate, but...you're curious, aren't you? Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to take a peek inside the ballroom.
Entering the room you'll find Peach, Plum and Pumpkin, all seated in front of the wall of profile plaques with a stack of clipboards, pens, and a stack of doctor's bags. If guests look closely, they will also notice that the girls are wearing short sleeves for the first time. An array of stitches run over their arms, legs, and even up to their neck, almost as if it's the one thing holding them together...odd.
The ballroom doors leading to the back yard are wide open. A sign in front of the table reads Master Blue's Medical School and the girls have a list of color-coded names.
Ready to help some down-on-their-luck patients? Step right up!
Hello and welcome to our final mini-event! Participating in this event is 100% optional, but please remember that only those who participate will receive special prizes!
In order to give everyone a chance to participate and to help streamline assignments, we ask that you guys split yourselves into groups of two, no more than groups of three. The Discord server will also have a mini-event coordination channel to help you find partners and organize yourselves! ICly, the girls will be RNG'ing groups but OOCly you're free to pair up with whomever you'd like.
Once you have your group, please reply to the subtoplevel below this announcement listing your group. Mods will provide you with information about your patient's diagnosis, cure, and any other pertinent information! Mod tags will not be provided during your threads. Instead, players will need to submit threads of 30 or more comments in order to be eligible for prizes. Threads may be submitted to this submission post here, and you will have until Friday, 3pm EST/12pm PST to submit your threads.
Their afterlives are in your hands!
GROUP ASSIGNMENTS
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Re: GROUP ASSIGNMENTS
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the adventures of tio and loi
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team not paid enough for this
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WEDNESDAY
Or, well. Mostly them. Akira is still part catboy, Akechi looks more like a porcelain doll than a person, and whatever else that third person is looks like someone took a terminator robot and ripped some wings out the back. There's a device of some sort cabled into the back of the robot's neck. They're all having a nice snooze, I'm sure.
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Furthermore, if one is to venture to the Room of Req??? There is now a sign attached to the door, in all capital letters:
DO NOT USE: YOUR SOUL WILL BE EATEN
That's fine.
((specify if you want someone in particular otherwise i am giving the personas full reign of this thread))]
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[it's nap time]
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[ on wednesday evening, guests may notice some strange happenings around the house.
first off, right in the hall is an assortment of snacks floating in from the kitchen. they arrange themselves into a single word: "LIVE." while they become stationary after the word is formed and do not move for most people, a special surprise seems to be lined up for one chuuya nakahara and one reito ayabe should they take a closer look...
following the trail into the kitchen, guests will be greeted by the faint sound of an unseen someone humming a song. where the pumpkin bread was last week are now two pizzas: a supreme combo pizza with its topping in a star-shaped pattern, and a margherita pizza where the toppings spell out "HAPPY LOVE, GALO + LIO".
speaking of galo and lio... in room 4, another series of words has been carved into the wall with that same red-hot brand as last week: "SEE YOU SOON". these ones aren't bleeding... but they are leaking glowy green ectoplasm goop. ew. sorry, boys.
be careful if you're making your way to or from the fourth floor. for one, there's a trail of howdy doggy bandages leading from the infirmary out to ayabe's tent in the garden. that one shouldn't be too disruptive (unless you happen to slip on one i guess)... the same cannot be said of the record player that's playing the entire score for the second act of giselle as it floats from the music room to the ballroom, though. watch your heads!
traveling all the way up to the fifth floor has explorers finding mechanical parts that are arranged in (and i am copying this word for word from the submission because wow i really don't know what to make of this) "what seems to be a facsimile of either a jet fighter or a roadkilled swan." words seem to have been burned into the parts. on the tail: 総. on the wings: 三 and 幽.
and finally, heading downstairs to the laundry room, guests will find a book with a blue bird on the cover standing atop one of the washing machines. though there is no draft blowing through the room, something causes the pages to ruffle back and forth, revealing a beautiful white lily behind the cover.
yalls ghosts were busy goddam ]
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it's fine though
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A THING....
[On Friday morning at 7am, all will awaken from their sudden sleep. The doors will unlock, and as everyone begins to file out into the hall a crackle of a radio appears overhead as three girls' voices speak in unison.]
This is a true story. It happened to friends of a friend of mine.
One night, they were out hunting in the woods, a friendly get together to ease their minds and boost their spirits. The evening promised for a bit of rain, but they were too far in to turn back. "It'll be fun!" one said to the other as they began to pitch their tent. The woods were clear and they were alone that night, ready to relax for the evening.
As the fire crackled and they settled in, they began to tell stories and trade secrets. The stars began to appear in the sky above, the scent of a storm just barely present. It wasn't long before the stories turned darker, and they soon remembered the rumors they were once told as children.
A creature so foul lurked these woods, roaming the land in search of its next meal. "Never linger at night," were words of advice, but they refused to listen. "We're too old for ghost stories," one said as the other agreed whole-heartedly. As they laughed into the night without a care in the world, they soon heard another, deeper laugh beyond the trees.
Neither of them moved from beyond the fire, the laughter fading away. They waited with bated breath and stayed close to one another, staring straight ahead. Two large eyes reflected in the ember's glow...before they heard a clap of thunder, and a gust of wind blew the flames away.
...and that's the last we ever heard of them. Who were they? Ah. I think their names were...Reito Ayabe and Isaac O'Connor.
[The radio falls silent. Should you attempt to contact them on Friday, the girls will not reply...take some time to yourselves today. Perhaps you'll receive answers tomorrow.
...in addition...Babo Kim will not be found anywhere in the mansion.]