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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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[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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Akechi stares back
and dumps the sheet back on its face.]
Are we done?
[CAN THEY SLEEP?]
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Yeah, I wanna go nap for ten thousand years. In a sunbeam, preferably.
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Yes... let's get back inside. You two really need to get some rest. [5% is enough to get her up the stairs to the lab without falling over, right? hahahah..........]