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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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beau shifts. folds her arms across her chest. ]
Okay. So - losing someone... losing someone sucks. [ she says, eyes on the doll. ] It hurts a fucking lot. It feels like - something's been ripped out of you, a part that you can't function without. Like your heart. And you can cover up the hole, and it's easiest to do that with anger, right? Pulling away is so fucking easy to do.
[ deep breath. ]
I don't know who you lost. But it's okay. The bleeding will stop eventually. It has for me, and I'm - it still hurts, but. It'll be even easier if you just - let people in. So try to do that. Try to let people in.
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[He says, despite the fact that he also finds this incredibly weird and uncomfortable. As she speaks, though, he looks towards her with open concern. He doesn't address the doll even after she's done, but:]
Beau...
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He glances at the doll, and then at Beau again, his brows narrowed.]
Are you talking about the... [He doesn't know what tf that kind of being was, but.] ...person with the strange skin and the colorful robe?
[It was a jacket, but still.]
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Who, Molly? Yeah. He's one of them. [ a pause. she doesn't look at hunter for now, feeling a bit raw. ] I just get it, is all. The notes said he needs understanding.
If you guys can think of something else to help, you should do it, since I imagine you guys actually saying anything like what I just did is next to zero. [ they can do this revivification ritual style. ]
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[He looks towards Beau, then towards the doll. He doesn't necessarily want to do this, still, but - he doesn't want to make her the only one who opened up like that. He is, however, very fervently not looking at Jin Ling as he talks. It sounds a little bit stilted and awkward even with that extra effort put in.]
I've, um - I've lost someone really important to me, too. Maybe the most important person. And I get it, why that might mean that you don't know how to express yourself. It's - hard to explain to anyone how it feels, when someone that important is just gone, even if people tell you that you can talk to them. But... Withdrawing from people doesn't really fix anything. So, if people want to help you, you should let them, even if it's hard to talk about.
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Both hands fist at his sides. He stares at the two of them even if they won't give him a single glance. It's similar, but it isn't it, he doesn't think.
Stepping forward, around Beau, he reaches out and snatches the plush from Hunter's hand. He turns around and tucks it on Hiro's chest with an arm around it.]
Don't listen to either of them. You don't have to talk to anyone if you don't want to yet. Not unless you're ready. They won't understand anyway, most of them. That's fine. You still have someone important now. [The friend, he means.] They've been with you when your face was the thinnest. You take care of them because they need you, too. They're loyal, and you do things together all the time.
They'll always listen, and won't give you platitudes, or judge you for not having a family, or tell you you're childish, or you didn't do enough. And if you just have this one friend, that's okay. One is enough until you want more.
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granted, jin ling's could've been better in beau's opinion but she's not saying anything. she's just glad he said anything at all. and it maybe gives her a bit of insight into how his head works. definitely gives her something to think about with hunter, too.
jin ling finishes - and the doll opens his eyes, looking over at them.
beau absolutely yelps. ]
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Which means he's reflexively shoving it off the table, and then when he predictably gets shocked:]
Ow!
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No!
[and panic, absolutely half throwing himself onto the doll to keep it from sliding all the way off the table and on the floor. HUNTER WHAT THE FUCK. He only gets electrocuted, and he yelps, but he stubbornly refuses to release the doll until he can get it right again.]
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okay, so jin ling gets the shit electrocuted out of him which is why beau immediately scrambles half onto the table to help jin ling get the doll back up on the table. ow. shocks for all.
the scarf probably falls down and shows off her weird beak mouth while she does this, but she'll deal with that later. ]
Ow, ow ow --