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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Hmph. [He hikes his chin up. The tail fans out again behind him.] And learn to fly better.

How are you going to attract anyone looking like that?

[Wait--

HE HATES THIS. His ears turn red, but he sticks his nose up and marches by Chuuya proudly, trying to ignore the fact his instincts make him say stupid bird shit all the time.]

[Wait.

What?]

What's that supposed to mean? Are you calling me ugly or something?

[Sorry Jin Ling, he's curious now. Gonna follow after the pompous peacock.]

[He glances back, but... his big, stupid tail is in the way. So he keeps going.]

Well, you don't even have a tail! You just-- [UGH. He spins around so suddenly that Chuuya will have to slams the brakes to not run into him.] Your feathers are messy! You looked stupid when you tried to fly, so stop that. Just walk.

You can't rely on that weird ability you have here to impress anyone.

[Yep, that sure is Chuuya almost running into him there! He only stops at the last moment, and his feathers are even more ruffled now. Which he's finally starting to notice.]

What's wrong with them? They're feathers, they're just supposed to be on there, right?

[This isn't his usual sarcasm either, help him he's got a bird brain now and cares about the appearance of his wings.]

No!

[Oh my God.] It's one thing to get them messed up in a fight, but they're your feathers! [He reaches out like he's going to fix one of them, but

instead just yanks it right out and waves it at Chuuya's face.]

See?!

Ow! Don't yank them out! That hurts!

[He's trying to yank the feather away now.]

How do I fix them then? A brush?

[The feather is snatched since he's not holding it so well, and he huffs afterward.]

A brush would just pull them out! Don't you have a-- [Wait, he doesn't even have a beak. Nevermind.] You need a comb with wide teeth. So it doesn't pull, but it will straighten them out.

The one room with all the clothes might have one.

[Yeah tengus miss out on all the useful bird-parts.]

And if I straighten them out with a comb, he'll notice?

[Wait. Why does he suddenly care about that???]

Yeah.

[Wait— Jin Ling makes a face.]

What? Who? “He”? This is about finding a mate!

[WAIT. His ears turn red and he waves his hands back and forth dismissively.]

No, nevermind! Forget it! Just make them look decent!

Well what if I want a 'he' for a mate?

[WAIT. That's moving way too fast, he just wants to hold hands with a certain someone!

But thus is Chuuya and he does not back down or explain himself. Ever. So we're going with this I guess.]

What's wrong with that, huh?!

[Jin Ling looks at the camera like he’s on The Office. Why is everyone around him gay?! He is starting to worry about Uncle Jiang!!]

You too?!

[GOD]

I don’t care if you’re—like that! That isn’t my problem! But if you start running around on someone, that’s when you’re disgusting! At least have the decency not to hurt someone!

Running around- why am I some kind of hussy now?!

[He sounds offended. Apparently murder is fine but being called promiscuous is not.]

Is that why you're being so protective of Reito? You think I'm 'running around' on him?

[Chuuya he didn't even know who you liked, calm down.]

What?!

[He looks bewildered. The braincell currents start going through the right circuits. The bewildered look grows slightly more horrified.]

No! That isn't why! That doesn't have anything to do with it!

Then why did you tell me not to run around on him?!

[His feathers are puffing up now and this is going to turn into a bird fight isn't it?]

[Yeah, because he's a damn peacock. He just starts puffing right back up, tail huge, the royal blue feathers on his neck ruffled.]

Don't run around on anyone! I didn't even know you were talking about him, you idiot!

[The correct response is to PUFF UP MORE HE'S THE BIGGER BIRD nevermind that he's so short.]

I'm not gonna run around on anyone! Shit, why are you always assuming the worst about me?

[Well, he is taller, so he bows up over Chuuya. There's just a giant pile of feathery wings and flamboyant peacock tail in the middle of the graveyard.]

You murdered someone, and you weren't even cursed! Aren't you a criminal like Osamu Dazai anyway?!

[He squares up so close that they don't have anything to do except start moving around in a challenging circle.]

[Black and green clash so much too, there's going to be a mess of feathers when this is over.]

I'm a criminal, but even I have standards!

[Time for C I R C L E]

"Standards"?! [Yeah, feathers are fluttering everywhere.] You're no better than Wei Wuxian, using resentful energy for demonic cultivation! You think it's for good, but it'll just consume you in the end!

[Reaching up, he jabs a finger into Chuuya's chest.]

You're so worried about your feathers. Just make sure the inside is better than the outside.

I'm worried about my feathers because YOU brought them up! And I don't know who Wei Wuxian is, but he must be a cool guy if a loser like you doesn't like him!

Well! They look awful! You can do better than—

[He looks shocked and then offended.]

What did you say?! [He grabs a fistful of Chuuya’s clothes.] Don’t praise a demonic cultivator like Wei Wuxian! He has done evil, crooked things!

[Oh look, a button to press! Jin Ling can grab him, sure, but Chuuya is smirking.]

Oh? Sensitive topic?

No!

[Stop smirking, you lil shit.]

You're not better if you're standing behind Wei Wuxian...

How can I stand behind someone I've never met? I'm obviously just talking shit to piss you off more.

[He wouldn't normally say it so blatantly, but he's trying to goad Jin Ling into reacting, so.]

[A squawkish growl edges out under his breath. His fist rises, but he falters for some reason or another and forces it back down again.

Instead, he shoves forward into Chuuya to try to stumble Chuuya back. It's a shove, but like not with his hands.]

WEEK FIVE: MINGLE

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