bluesclues | 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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b. monday - the calling card

[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!!]

[ well, he's gonna stop to give it a look over. ]

Suitably threatening.

[ maybe he will go looking for the likely culprit, cue me waddling at al for another pc and al running. ]

[BECKS KNOWS I NEVER SAY NO TO PCS]

[ 👍 this is true ]

[ taking a look at those posters and just tilting his head ]

Seriously, is my life an anime now?

As though it wasn't an anime before.

[comes a voice from behind Shima. here is Akira, sipping coffee, studying the posters like he wasn't the one responsible for plastering them all over the place]