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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[madburnout]

[Well. Hm. Just moving to sit on his knees, closer to where she is so he can talk in a lower tone.]

And in return, it . . . ate your soul?

[brokethefirst]

...

I don't know.

We were trapped. All night. All morning.

A...Akira was the one who wrote that. I think he spoke to someone afterwards.

I'm sorry, Lio.

[madburnout]

Mm. It makes sense with what the dead have been trying to communicate, that after a time it consumes the souls of the dead to sustain itself. I imagine that is how it continues to grow its power.

[. . . ]

I don't think you have anything to apologize for. You should sleep.

[brokethefirst]

[she'll nod, wearily, her eyes shutting off




and then Galo comes up and fucking pokes her like three minutes later, so, yknow]

[survivaltricks]

[he hasn't fallen asleep yet so he mutters]

Not all of it, according to Blue.

Just. . . like. A tiny fraction. Very small.

But we shouldn't do it again.

[madburnout]

[GOD GO TO SLEEP. Then again, he does keep talking. Luna seems to be drifting off again, so.]

Blue mentioned to me that suffering consequences may not be necessary.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . ah. . .]

[Akira perks up a bit at that, ears twitching forward]

Did they say how?

[madburnout]

Just that there is another point of access.

[. . . Should he talk about this in public? He guesses it doesn't matter much at this point.]

[survivaltricks]

[yeah, uh. Akira isn't thinking about taking this conversation anywhere private at all. the tip of his tail twitches and he sits up again]

Where?

[madburnout]

[bro do you think he got that straight of an answer]

A question we will have to solve.

[survivaltricks]

[LOOK. . . A GUY CAN HOPE]

Ha. . . of course.

[WRY]

That's good to know, though. It means people don't have to keep using that room.