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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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"Arrogant... refused previous treatment..." It says the damage is in both the mind and the heart. I suppose that does make sense. Logically and emotionally, it... it still hurts.
[She'll quietly put down the clipboard, just so she can rummage through the toolbag for a moment.]
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That was terrible.
[Akira, you dumb ho. Stop touching the doll before you get shocked.
He glances over to where Luna is, picking up the sound as she rummages through the bag.]
Luna, do you have another idea?
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I'm running on a 10% battery life right now. . . I'm not on top of my game.
[don't call him a dumb ho he doesn't want to smooch the doll. he draws his hand back, fingers dipping into his pocket, ears twitching slightly]
[he watches Luna rummage through the bag, clearly curious]
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Both of you had the right idea, I think, but... maybe a little too forward. He doesn't know any of us, remember? And vice versus.
But... you're both intelligent enough. How would you go about talking to a complete stranger who had taken a bad emotional blow? Or, how would you want someone speaking to you, were your positions switched?
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Opens his mouth.
Closes it.
Opens it again.]
Is that... your only idea?
[Because otherwise his honest to god answer is "you don't." It kind of shows on his face? It's fine.]
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. . . the last time that happened, I--
[a beat]
Nevermind.
[reaches out to place a hand on Luke's again]
[IT'S FINE? THIS IS FINE]
Castellan-san. . . . . . . . . . . I hope you know someone who is willing to punch you in the face when you're being stupid.
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can robots look like they're dying slightly inside
YOU BOTH STILL HAVE BRUISES ON YOUR FACES
She's making note of BOTH of those reactions, though, sighing with a crackling noise.]
Akechi, I think you and I both know that your head knows what to do even if your heart doesn't want it.
Akira... I... hope you have nicer friends.
[And out of this Mary Poppins bag she pulls... a bundle of stringed-up paper cranes. The fuck.]
Oh! This will work.
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Akechi very pointedly avoids looking at Akira too much after that, but, uh. Then he says that shit about punching? And he turns to the doll on the table.]
Castellan-san... [Kindly, in that very same tone he uses around everyone else in this mansion. He reaches a hand out to the doll.] I'm sorry that your friends fail to mind their own business.
[And then he very gently
slaps his hand down on the doll's face
and twitches.
............. Someone please save Luna. Everyone is sleep deprived and STUPID.]
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[because Akira's hand is resting on the doll's when Akechi smacks it and thus triggers an electrical shock, Akira. . . also gets shocked. he jerks his hand back with a surprised cry, and then just]
[stares]
[at Akechi]
. . . I wasn't talking about you!
[he was thinking about him, tho]
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[that is the opposite of stroking someone's ego you little shit]
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[Shaking his hand, though. Porcelain is, apparently, an insulator but that still felt fucking weird. Yikes.
He turns to Luna, ignoring everything that just happened within the past ten seconds.]
What do you intend to do with the paper cranes?
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That's an interesting thing to store away in a doctor's bag.
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You both are familiar with senbazuru, I hope?
I figured it might be a... a good metaphor, given what we're dealing with. The doll can be opened, correct?
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Everyone in this room is sleep deprived and ready to 1v1 each other. Please stop.]
You're welcome to cut into it yourself. But the doll will release a jolt of electricity if you try.
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Maybe we should just drape them on top of the doll, just in case. Nobody here needs to be electrocuted.
. . . but that's a good idea, Luna. [flashes her a small smile] I like it.
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Luna just
Wordlessly walks over
And flips open Luke's chest like it's a car trunk
Thank goodness the inside just looks like Operati*n.]
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Puts a hand on his own doll chest and wonders if he, too, can flip open like a car trunk.
That's the exhaustion talking, probably.]
It electrocuted us when I touched its face.
[Akechi, you slapped it.]
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[hello doll are you also a suitcase?? that is also probably the exhaustion talking]
You slapped it. It didn't shock me when I touched its hand.
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[she says, with the chest of a doll pried open like she's about to Pimp That Ride
she'll look at Akechi briefly - why is impossible to tell, but her eyes flicker away soon enough. She saw that scowl, and though it's confusing, she... she will definitely remember.
Anyway since this is Operati*n of course the heart is under a plate with a hole barely big enough for a hand, and of course it is surrounded by tasers.]
Mmm. I highly doubt the entire strand could fit, but... the heart itself should have room for a few.
I thought we could write something on the wings. Something that... I don't know... something that we would want to hear.
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Shouldn't we write something that Luke Castellan would want to hear?
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[he reaches out to take a paper crane so he can write something on the wings]
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[Following suit, she will write as she keeps talking.]
Blue used emotions as an example of the metaphysical - of how things regarding this place work. You cannot see, or find, or contain a feeling. You cannot predict a feeling. You can only observe its effects, and know what it is. It's something inherent, but without true description.
So... to understand that idea, of knowing without having, I think... that will be important. So maybe you could consider this... practice.
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... Fine. If this is meant to prepare us for our fight against the house, I'll do it.
[Even though it takes him way longer than the others to settle on something to write on the wings. Don't @ him.]
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Whenever you guys are done, she'll be the one to carefully lower the birds to rest with the fake heart, before closing the doll up, and giving a little bow with her hands held tightly in front of her.]
You'll be okay, Luke.
May our thoughts bring you peace in what remains of this life... and good fortune in the next.
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