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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[wakizashis]

Outdoors
[ 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 ]

Salon
[ 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 ]

etc

[gitalong]

[ is he by chance

looking for a dancing lamp ]

[wakizashis]

[ NOT AT FIRST BUT he's certainly kneeling at the front of it, extending a clawed finger to poke at it out of curiosity. nani the fuck ]

[gitalong]

[ the lamp

there's no other word for it

jitters away from Hori's poking finger ]

[wakizashis]

[ the fluff puffs in surprise!! though, clearly someone has gotten the short end of the transformation straw and is now an animated inanimate object? wow, relatable. ]

Hello??

[ too bad there isn't a charge port for usb speakers, huh ]

[gitalong]

[ thankfully handwaving and deliberate stupidity exist. how is Missile talking? idk and I don't Want to know ]

Horikawa, that tickled!

[wakizashis]

[ we're just not gonna think about it. anyways, Hori's fluff puffs in surprise!! ]

Missile?!

[gitalong]

[ the lamp bounces and flicks its bulb on. hello! ]

[wakizashis]

[ nani the actual fuck ]

You're a lamp!

[ thank you captain obvious. hori pats the top of it like he's still a good fluffy boy because what else can he do? ]

[gitalong]

Yes, I am! And you're a sheep!

[ all that fluffy, fluffy "wool" is working against you, Hori ]

[wakizashis]

[ ahaha........... ]

Not quite.

[ he shakes himself out so he looks less like a walking bundle of fur and more Mighty Predator. he'll even make a RAWR hand gesture ]

I'm a lion!

[gitalong]

[ the lamp stands straight up!!! trembling in "fright"!!!!! ]

Wow, how scary! Even though you have so much fur! That's... so cool!!!

[wakizashis]

[ look at his tail start wagging in pleasure ]

It's quite different, hm? Your own fur is quite silkier compared to mine.

[ curls.... are difficult. ]

[gitalong]

But I don't have any fur right now!

[ his metal neck is very smooth though, it's true ]

[wakizashis]

Ah, but you still understand.

[ lampsile gets a fond stroke despite not being fluffy ]

You're quite the expert over me after all!

[gitalong]

Hmmm... it is true that I usually have a lot of fur...

[ hmmmmmm! ]

Have you gotten anyone to brush brush you? That always helps me take care of my coat!

[wakizashis]

[ he shakes his head, finger combing his fluff ]

No......


[ ONLY KANESAN'S CAN APPLY AND HE'S NOT HEEEEERE ]

[gitalong]

You should ask Miss Peach! Or Miss Brilith!

[ :) what's personal conflicts in the face of brush brush ]

[wakizashis]

[ the idea of brilith giving him scritches makes the oddest expression cross his face but he laughs sheepishly, nixing that idea ]

I suppose it'd odder for them when you're still rather human shaped.

[ wow, who's actually given him pats since he was actually a sword? kanesan? maybe? ]

[gitalong]

Huh? I am?

[ he thought he was a lamp! :O also go beg for scritches, Hori ]

[wakizashis]

[ at least he's not a leg shaped lamp. ]

Ahahaha me, silly.

[ he's still got human parts after all!! he's not comfortable enough with anyone to ask them to play with his hair ]

[gitalong]

[ poor Horikawa, he doesn't trust anyone with his mane... U___U ]

Ohhhhhh. I see! I don't know, you still look pretty Horikawa to me! Once you get past the fur, that is.

[wakizashis]

[ ayabe would be the one to go ahead and do pats, probably. TOO BAD HE'S QUITE TRANSPARENT RIGHT NOW, HAHA! ]

Why thank you, Missile. You're still quite the cute lamp yourself you know. [ A GOOD BOY GETS A GOOD PAT ]

salon

[inaudibly]

[Nic doesn't hear the cursing, rather he came in thinking he might try combatting his own fur... He's grown jet black fur all over, a bonus pair of clawed arms, along with wolf ears and tail. His main issue is his face, where it is completely impossible to discern any of his features aside from a lopsided collection of glowing eyes.

But he can see a struggle even if he can't hear it. So he wanders over, dog tags clinking gently. Probably he's not really identifiable as Nic until he scribbles in his notebook;]

What are you doing?

Re: salon

[wakizashis]

[ even if he can't tell instantly, hori still can hear the dog tags given the flick of his ear. there's only one he knows of off the top of his head that does after all, and he's already smiling when he turns to greet nic. since his hands are a little full hori just brandishes the sheers and awkwardly snips off a chuck of uncooperative fluff, raising an eyebrow.

make sense? ]