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bluesclues2020-03-22 05:59 pm
cluedin) wrote in bluesclues2020-03-22 05:59 pm
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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ken truly asked for this so here he is being dragged away to go outside. he's fine with this?? he really doesn't have a choice, huh? ]
Oh, okay....
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Once they're outside, Chuuya surveys the situation, looking for a good vantage point.]
I should probably climb up on something to try, huh?
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Maybe? I'm not sure how birds do it, but maybe you need a running start too?
[ ken's a
dogboy. how does any of this work??? ]no subject
Bird fly from bushes and trees and stuff, right? But I guess it couldn't hurt to run first.
[He's still not running yet, because he knows it's going to look stupid.]
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Oh, yeah, they can.
Don't birds need like a special kind of wind for their wings?
[ cue flapping his arms weirdly. he honestly has no idea. this is going to end poorly. ]
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Maybe? But there's not a breeze out here right now. And birds fly without wind, so there's got to be more to it than that.
[He does stretch out the wings though, hesitantly trying to feel for some wind.]
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I guess that's true, too.
[ he tilts his head and tries to think of anything... ]
This must be why flying is so hard for baby birds.
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Could be. Hopefully I'm better at it then them though.
[And he flaps the wings a few times! ...but nothing happens. Because he's too heavy for the wings to carry.]
...maybe I do gotta run first.
[Help him he's going to look like a dork for at least the next 20 minutes as his attempts to fly get increasingly aggressive.]
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that said ken will....patiently watch chuuya flap his wings in the hope to get air born like anyone would expect a bird to eventually do. if chuuya wants help, ken is a child and is currently part dog. he's not sure how he can help outside from barking at him.
so, after a while: ]
Or maybe you're not cut out for flying.
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But by the time Ken says that, Chuuya is laying on the ground, out of breath and missing a few feathers.]
This is so stupid.
[He really wanted to fly!]
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It could be worse.
[ ken will be picking up a few feathers because, well, he feels compelled to. ]
At least you look cool with those big wings.