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bluesclues2020-02-15 10:15 pm
cluedin) wrote in bluesclues2020-02-15 10:15 pm
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WEEK ZERO WELCOME MINGLE - OVERFLOW, YOU MONSTERS
WELCOME
Even from behind your eyelids, the soft glowing light can be seen as you find yourself awakening. The slow swell of strings begins, and as you struggle to open your eyes, the sound of footsteps pass you by. You soon hear three feminine voices speak in unison.
"Master Blue wishes to welcome you all. We hope you enjoy your stay!"
Light temporarily blinds you as you look around, but the source of the voices has vanished. Whomever has greeted you seems to have disappeared without warning, leaving you all alone.
The music starts up and though no orchestra is present, the song can be heard all throughout the room. Crystal chandeliers hang above your head, and the waxed wooden floor gleams brightly. Floor to ceiling windows cover the back wall and a night sky full of stars twinkle back at you. The wall next to it, however, is covered by a thick crimson curtain. Those who attempt to move it will find they have little luck in their endeavor, but there are more pressing matters at hand.
Looking down you'll come to notice that you're wearing clothes that certainly aren't what you were previously wearing. You, and the guests around you, have been dressed appropriately in formal attire properly fitted for each individual.
Oh. That's right. Didn't we mention the other guests? Seated to your left, right, and across from you at the long banquet table are other people just like you. Perhaps it's a friend you know, though don't be surprised if it's a complete stranger. Each individual holds a blue and silver invitation with their name scrawled upon it, and a message to follow.
"Please respond to Master Blue's invitation at least one week prior to the event to secure your seat and accommodations.
This dinner is guaranteed to be an event to die for."
This dinner is guaranteed to be an event to die for."
Strange, isn't it?
But rest assured! Nothing is stopping you from leaving the ballroom and exploring the other rooms of Master Blue's home. After all, you're an honored guest! It's with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that you're welcomed here tonight. Really, what's your hurry? It's not as though the front door will open for you. Don't bother with the windows either. They've all been locked tight to ensure you're all nice and cozy for your stay.
If you look under your seat, you'll find a special gift bag with your name on it. Opening these bags will reveal the following:
-A small spiral notebook
-A crayon in a specific shade of blue
-Three different candles
-A brass key (Design May Vary.)
-This cute toy
A welcome gift from the Master, of course.
Take some time to admire the decor, if you will. The house has been decorated for this special holiday with chains of paper hearts, miniature golden cupid statues, and confetti that rains down from the ceiling on occasion. Perhaps you'll get lucky tonight with love in the air, especially since Cupid's arrow seems to aim for you no matter where you go. For those of you who don't wish to partake in the lavish feast spread out in the ballroom, you're in luck. Boxes of chocolate and bowls of candy hearts can be found for all your snacking needs.
As the unseen orchestra plays on, it seems as though you've no choice but to get to know your fellow guests and make yourselves comfortable. Perhaps if you wait long enough, someone will come to greet you.
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... the word "linen" makes him cock his head though, and he briefly stops looking Totally And Utterly Crushed long enough to sniff at Ayabe's clothes, and look back at up at him. linen??? does it smell like Ayabe? ]
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has no idea what that sniffing means, but clothes is a sort of linen? Yeah.
He nods to Missile. ]
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... he's still just sitting there, looking at Ayabe. maybe he needs a hint? ]
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[ He straightens up and sort of tugs at the hem of his shirt a little. ]
Let's go find that linen.
[ Clothes that smell like Ayabe, let's go. ]
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[ yes! let's go! on an adventure! to find the matching scent!!! I'm sure this won't go wrong at all!
he happily charges to the door, nails frantically skittering as he takes the corner a little too fast. wheeeeeeeeeeee- ]
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Ayabe does his best to keep up, not a very fast runner at all, but there's a good chance that the only other cloth with Ayabe's scent is upstairs in his room and he can catch up on those stairs. ]
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in other words... it's very slow going. ]
... Awooooooo...
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Ayabe takes a short breather while he watches Missile battle his way up the next three steps, and then goes to pick the dog up, one hand below to provide a solid base to sit on and the other up front so he can hold the dog securely to his chest. It's Ayabe express up the stairs, except it's less express and more... slow. Faster than Missile, but still slow. It's a nice leisurely pace. ]
Somewhere up here...? By the bedrooms. That would make sense.
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Woof! Woof, awoo.
[ he can't really direct Ayabe, but he can sniff the air and look in a direction, tail wagging happily. this is probably not at all how dog sniffing works if cartoons have taught me anything, but yolo ]
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They can play the warm or cold game. Bark louder if they're getting closer to the right location. ]
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... let's just say they do a thorough loop around the entire 2nd floor landing and, near the single digit rooms, Missile perks up and starts softly 'woofing.' yes. say hello to your room, Ayabe. ]
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He has to let Missile down onto the floor so he can unlock the door, and then holds it open for the dog to go inside first and show him where the linen is. This is so exciting! It's like hunting for Easter eggs, except cheating because you have a dog to sniff things out. ]
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make a beeline right for a rug(?) in front of the closet(???) and curl up there. and start sleeping. a tiny, snoring ball of fluff. ]
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Okay. The little dog's all tuckered out after running around on all those stairs. Ayabe will look around for a light blanket to lay over Missile but he's not going to be able to find one so he'll just take off his jacket and lay it over him. Good night little dog. ]
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