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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[shortforever]

[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?

[goldpeony]

[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.]

[shortforever]

[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]

[goldpeony]

"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.

[shortforever]

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!

[goldpeony]

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!

[shortforever]

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

Oh? Sensitive topic?

[goldpeony]

No!

[Stop smirking, you lil shit.]

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

[shortforever]

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.]

[goldpeony]

[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.]