WEEK SIX: MINGLE

[cluedin]

WEEK SIX

OCCUPANCY: . . .

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...

...a silence lays over the house.

For anyone who ventures into the ballroom, a new change may become apparent. Should you choose to look at the plaques, those of the dead have gone blank. The images that were once there have been covered, though the information is still there.

Additionally, the house rules have been removed.

Odd, isn't it? Where are those strange effects you've grown accustom to over the last several weeks in this house? Your body is as it should be (except for those of you who have lost limbs...you know who you are...), your mind is sound and stable, and there are no strange urges or instincts arising within you.

The mansion is in prime condition. All of the rooms (except for Master Blue's and the servants' quarters) are unlocked, and nothing seems out of place. Perhaps you'll have a chance to relax this morning?

Well, it was nice while it lasted anyway. 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

[shortfornow]

[ Worth it just for that. ]

Do you really want to know?

[ Looking back at him with something like amusement there. He's plotting something. ]

[shortforever]

Well yeah. If you're gonna make fun of me for being a bird, then I should at least know what you were.

[shortfornow]

[ Chuuya must never know he took a pic of himself. ]

I was a cat. I had ears, tail, and fur going down my back.

[ Like Nya ]

[shortforever]

Oh.

[Like. Nya.]

Huh. Akira was a cat too.

[shortfornow]

I saw~ We could see everything from over there on this big screen.

[ So Dazai may have snapped a few pics. ]

They were all pretty interested in your confession.

[shortforever]

[What.]

People SAW that?

[shortfornow]

They saw it~ I can't believe that's how you would confess, Chuuya.

[shortforever]

That- that was private! You shouldn't have been peeking in on it!

[He's mortified now. While he can believe Dazai would peek in on a private moment like that, he doesn't like it.]

[shortfornow]

[ no one tell Chuuya what Dazai has been watching... ]

The others out voted me.

[ he had no choice ]

[shortforever]

I don't believe you, you wouldn't vote to not watch me make a fool out of myself.

[shortfornow]

It was funny until it became super embarrassing.

[ Though he's never seen either of them look so happy which is... also weird??? ]

[shortforever]

That's why I didn't want anyone to see it! I guess I should be glad that only the dead saw it though.

[as if a bunch of people weren't popcorning the whole thing.]

[recrypt]

[ haha, who wants to be the one to tell him ]