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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Comments

[wakizashis]

[ he shakes his head, finger combing his fluff ]

No......


[ ONLY KANESAN'S CAN APPLY AND HE'S NOT HEEEEERE ]

[gitalong]

You should ask Miss Peach! Or Miss Brilith!

[ :) what's personal conflicts in the face of brush brush ]

[wakizashis]

[ the idea of brilith giving him scritches makes the oddest expression cross his face but he laughs sheepishly, nixing that idea ]

I suppose it'd odder for them when you're still rather human shaped.

[ wow, who's actually given him pats since he was actually a sword? kanesan? maybe? ]

[gitalong]

Huh? I am?

[ he thought he was a lamp! :O also go beg for scritches, Hori ]

[wakizashis]

[ at least he's not a leg shaped lamp. ]

Ahahaha me, silly.

[ he's still got human parts after all!! he's not comfortable enough with anyone to ask them to play with his hair ]

[gitalong]

[ poor Horikawa, he doesn't trust anyone with his mane... U___U ]

Ohhhhhh. I see! I don't know, you still look pretty Horikawa to me! Once you get past the fur, that is.

[wakizashis]

[ ayabe would be the one to go ahead and do pats, probably. TOO BAD HE'S QUITE TRANSPARENT RIGHT NOW, HAHA! ]

Why thank you, Missile. You're still quite the cute lamp yourself you know. [ A GOOD BOY GETS A GOOD PAT ]

[gitalong]

[ the lamp starts wiggling. bashfully. oh, if only he had cheeks to blush with. ]

Aw, thank you! I think so too! Can you see how shiny and colorful I am?

[ Missile you are literally in a dusty, abandoned table lamp ]

[wakizashis]

[ shh... this is the cutest thing to have ever happened to him ]

Your paint is super shiny! I've never seen such a lamp.

[ he's also an old man who's used to open flame candles than electric lamps but; ]

[gitalong]

[ stoooooooop, you're going to make him overheat! ]

And I've never seen such a mane! We should take a picture of us!

[wakizashis]

[ and the real reason missile was in a freezer comes out ]

A picture? [ is he hiding a camera somewhere in that lamp of his? ] I haven't seen something to take one.....

[gitalong]

[ yeah, there were no curfew effects, Missile was just feeling really tsun ]

Oh... That's too bad. This place doesn't have telephones either! I wonder why...

[wakizashis]

[ nods seems legit ]

It's strange isn't it? Almost as if they'd rather not have an outside record of what happens here.

[ no phonecalls home... no photographic proof..... ]

Ahhhh, I suppose we'll just have to draw it from memory to remember this day.

[ is he asking missile to do art with him? ....probably ]