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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[ Gently... steps on that hand. ]

What are you doing.

[ OW. beau makes a - scree sound, and then: ]

You don't need all of those! I want them. Give them to me.

[ What the hell was that scree. At least it was a gentle step and not a stomp, but he doesn't remove his shoe. ]

The tent will collapse without all these sticks. What do you even need them for? You can find your own.

[ Get your own sticks, Beau. Shoo. ]

[ she's dramatic. she wriggles her talon-hand under his shoe. ]

I want yours.

Why? You can't have mine.

[ He lets her go though, stooping to brush any dirt off the top of her talon-hand before straightening back up again. ]

[ ... oh, thanks dude. she pulls her hand back and scowls up at him from where she's sitting in the dirt. ]

... I don't know. [ she says, kind of confused. ] I just really want your sticks. Yours are probably better than anything I could get. And I want the best ones.

[ ...He is just going to move and block his precious sticks from Beau's sight, broken arm and ribs be damned. ]

I took the best ones because I need them to be strong and sturdy, otherwise this will fall apart. I got them first. They're mine.

[ rude. she narrows her eyes at him, and briefly considers knocking him out so she can steal. his sticks.

a beat. ]

I can see through you. That's weird. [ her feathers fluff out a bit. ]

[ Yeah, he's rude. Beau knows that. This might be the one time she can punch a ghost in this place but will she? For the sticks? ]

It's not like I have anything to do with this. You look weirder. Your... [ gestures at her with his good arm ] everything. Are you a bird?

[ SHE MIGHT. ]

It's not like I have anything to do with it either. Yes, I'm a bird, apparently. An owl, I think? Which is a weird choice, but whatever.

Why does your owl look like roadkill?

[ Owl isn't as weird as literally everything else, Beau ]

[ ... she self consciously pulls her jacket closer around her so he can't see THE BONES. ]

Fuck if I know. Maybe the mansion's trying to tell me something.

[ Ayabe hmms, because if the house is telling Beau that she's fucked, then look at him. I spent like ten minutes trying to find some sort of yokai that would fit or one of those ghost stories of creepy old women who kidnap kids off the street because that's what Ayabe's doing in this place, but nothing really fit. Now that I've had more time to sit down, I regret not making him this. ]

Maybe it's saying you should eat more.

[ He stares pointedly at those BONES ]

They're supposed to be smart, right? And they keep birds away to protect gardens and stuff.

[ oh my god you SHOULD'VE MADE HIM THAT. that's the most accurate thing... ]

What, owls? Sure, I guess. [ WAIT. ] Hey, I'm smart, shut the fuck up.

[ MY ONE REGRET he would have had silly little wings and hair that sticks up and maybe his legs would fuse together idk, I could've done what Missile did and turned him into an actual broom. ]

I didn't say you weren't.

[ He just sort of implied

well. anyways!! he didn't say that. ]

[ you should've turned him into a broom so he could hide in his guitar case for the whole week

also she flips him off with a talon-finger. it's halfhearted. she doesn't mean it! ]

[ Missed opportunities...

also ): Beau ): what if he thought she did mean it ): ]

[ she'd die, because she flipped phoenix off and upset him and never forgave herself, so like immediately if he gives her any sort of sad expression she just: ]

... Wait, I take that back. Sorry.

You're fine, Beau.

[ He will even pat her head. Shh, don't die. ]

I know you're just teasing.

[ huff. her feathers ruffle. ]

Okay. As long as you know. [ a beat, and then, like an afterthought, because she's genuinely pleased to get to use it: ] Reito.

[ He starts like he's surprised or embarrassed or both, when it used to just be Luna all this time and more recently Dazai and he never hears his name from anybody otherwise.

He doesn't regret letting Beau say it, though. He's just sort of at a loss. ]

Uh. Yeah.

[ she kind of laughs. ]

Sorry, it's just like being part of a cool club, you know? [ even if he won't let her have his sticks ]

The cool club of people who can call me "Reito"?

[ That is such a lame club, Beau. Exclusive membership or not, even Ayabe thinks it's lame. ]

As long as it doesn't spread... Other people starting to use it would feel weird.

Yeah, it's definitely cool. [ BEAU THINKS IT'S COOL and her opinion is the only one that matters. anyway. ] I'll still call you Ayabe in front of other people, if that makes you feel better.

Are you really planning on just like, living out here?

That's weirder. Just stick to one...

[ She would trip up otherwise, he thinks, if she had to switch between two names all the time, so it'll only serve to confuse everybody.

As for camping, he just shrugs. ]

I just want to be outside, for a while. I'll still come in for meals, and I might be in the library sometimes, but I can't exactly climb stairs without taking frequent breaks, and I sort of don't want to hang out in a house that's trying to kill me.

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