WEEK FIVE: MINGLE

[cluedin]

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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[goldpeony]

[SUCK IT UP ASH

He yelps when the foot comes out, grabbing onto Ash's leg near the knee so he doesn't fall over backward.]

Stop that! If you wouldn't be so annoying, I wouldn't stab you!

[kazokun]

[ ...................yeah, that's fair, Ayabe had five lives in order but none of them were his. ]

Oh. They're called s'mores.

[ HE CAN KNOW THIS MUCH i'm allowing him to know this much because his children live off junk food if he doesn't wrangle them into eating proper meals, so he can claim slightly more camping knowledge than Ken's lack of. ]

We can do that, and... um...

[ Camping things???????????? He refuses to sing campfire songs. ]

People... tell ghost stories. And make bear traps. I think.

[madburnout]

Perhaps she is beyond saving.

[GOD.]

no-hands trio

[swordflash]

[Here they are, crowded around this mannequin that he definitely freaked out over when they first removed the sheet. Zenitsu raises his clawed hands and looks down at them, then at his partners for the task.]

That's not a real diagnosis, is it? How are we supposed to cure something like that?

[soba]

Well, we tried.

We still get our item, right?

[goldpeony]

I didn't say you're stupid, I said the idea was!

[He looks worried, grabbing one of Beau's arms to get more attention on his side--she's stuck between them, and that's her fault.]

No! We have to do it the right way! Who knows what would happen if we broke something! Don't listen to him! This is serious! The core is where all your spiritual energy is kept! You have to have balance, and strength, and honor, and--!

[They both forgot about the bag.]

[swordflash]

[Zenitsu stares at Jin Ling, struck speechless.

That wasn't a compliment. Idiot!]

[wakizashis]

[ hori's already tired. we're gonna say he's reading the clipboard to make even more tired faces at it. ]

'A boost of confidence....... ' Should we just compliment him?

[ he sounds so dubious ]

[disreguarded]

[ he grabs a handful of feathers, probably, which fluff defensively. ]

Look - both of you are going to have to work together here because I have fucking talon hands, so I can't do anything with precision. So stop snipping at each other or I'm gonna knock you both out.

[ a beat. ] Where the fuck is the bag.

[ she keeps herself in between both of them because she DOESN'T TRUST THEM and peers around for it. ]

Gimme it so I can look through it. Hunter, it's right there, on your side. [ to jin ling, handing him the clipboard: ] Hold this and see if you can figure anything out from the notes on there.

[unanswering]

If it's mistaken identity, then-- affirming that might help with the confidence...?

[sometimes you just gotta feel seen, or something.

anyway nhs is carrying their supply bag, specifically for this shitpost: it is sinking into him because he's holding it too close to himself.]

[madburnout]

[he considers it.]

. . . I have the feeling that giving up will not be rewarded.

[soba]

.... ugh.

Try the candle thing.

[swordflash]

[But for whom is this guy being mistaken? Does he have a lookalike somewhere?

He opens his mouth to most likely voice his assent when he catches sight of the supply bag sinking into Nie Huaisang.]

Hey, the bag! Mr. Nie! You're swallowing the bag!

[wakizashis]

[ well they're definitely seeing him and not whoever is mistaken for him ]

I wonder if that would be of any help.

[ but time to put that on hold because oh no, the bag!! he doesn't want to just shove his hand into nhs's goo to retrieve it but- if he has to.............. ]

[gitalong]

Ummmm... well, when Sissel was looking for his memories, he had a clue! And that was to follow Miss Lynne! So... we need a clue for this person!

[ what does that even mean??? ]

[madburnout]

Fine.

[He holds out two fingers, a small bit of pink flame appearing on the end. Hello???? Then lighting the McDreamy candle.]

[soba]

[




toi doesn't know what lio was planning on doing with the candle ]

[madburnout]

[Lio doesn't know either??? It was just in the bag, so he assumes he has to use it.]



[Putting it on her chest-- though he instantly drops it because it fucking shocks him.]

Tch--!

[burningrescue]

[Pulling out a scalpel, some needle and thread, some knitwear, a snowglobe, and a flamethrower.]

Hmm.

[unanswering]

What-- no, not again!!

[he does his best to fish it out

but his arms are the same goo so he is not having a lot of success. they're going to have to help, probably.]

[counterclocked]

[He’s muttering again after Jin Ling finishes speaking, something that sounds suspiciously like “what would you know, you don’t have any of those things”, but he’s grabbing the bag as Beau asks him to. He doesn’t really seem sorry at all, but he’ll hold his tongue for now.

He’ll open up the bag for her so she can look inside, too.]

[voidbreaker]

[ ... literally none of those words make sense, so Ash just goes to re-read the notes again but closer this time. And he'll get all that extra stuff Ty wrote in the chat. ]

...

"Patient appeared to be rather young and claimed multiple identities. Experienced resonance and memories that were not hers. Further study of memories required to separate and create unique lifestyle."

So, what. We ask the immoveable body if she wants to chat about her past and just pretend it's working?

[infire]

[ with the teapot set to boil, she turns back to galo



and raises an eyebrow. ]

...Let's save the flamethrower for last. We can try the mittens and hat, but the file said it was her heart that's frozen. Is there a scarf or a blanket in there we can try too?

[brokethefirst]

[gay rights]

"Arrogant... refused previous treatment..." It says the damage is in both the mind and the heart. I suppose that does make sense. Logically and emotionally, it... it still hurts.

[She'll quietly put down the clipboard, just so she can rummage through the toolbag for a moment.]

[soba]

[ i decided that the candle just tipped over and just set a fire on her clothes ]

Oh no.