WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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WEEK ZERO

OCCUPANCY: 36

For those of you counting along, you'll find that it's been three days since you've arrived at Master Blue's mansion. On this lovely Monday morning, the weak winter sun shines in through the spotless windows. The curtains in the ballroom have been drawn closed and cannot be moved away from the back wall during the daylight hours. The scent of a hot and delicious breakfast wafts from the direction of the dining hall at 7am, and small creaks and groans in the house urge you to awaken.

Perhaps you're a late riser though. No matter! There's still plenty of food you can make for yourself and ways for you to amuse yourself. Though the decor's been taken down, leftover Valentine's candy remains abundant, and a chilly breeze drifts through the halls. Best of all, all damage inflicted on the house has been repaired. In addition, a new placard has been mounted in the entryway.

As you carry on with your day in the mansion and explore the rooms provided, you may come to find that starting today it will appear as though you've all lost the use of one of your senses. Your vision may have grown dim, or maybe you really can't smell the enticing treats in the dining hall after all. How unfortunate.

Then again, something doesn't seem quite right. Walking through the halls, nothing seems terribly out of place. However, turning the corner or entering a room you will find someone who looks a little too much like yourself behaving in a fairly inappropriate manner. You would never read something so lewd. Who would ever think that you would wear something so pink? These mannerisms may seem innocent to others, but you can't help but disapprove.

Too bad no one else can see them.

Come Monday at noon, you will also find a new surprise. The wooden box with your name on it can now be opened, and a rustling crackle of static can be heard from overhead. Try as you might, you won't be able to find the speakers but this message will play loud and clear for all.

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[brokethefirst]

[FULL BODY FLINCH




Well that was one of the worst things she's ever intentionally done to a kid.

She doesn't leave. She stands perfectly still for a minute, in fact, a couple steps away from where the door had slammed in her face.

Then she purposefully takes a step, and another, until she's nearly touching the door.

Her hands ball at her sides. But she doesn't move.

...]

My name is Luna.

And I...I want to help you.

[kazokun]

[ HMM. Is that a good hmm or a bad hmm, it's hard to tell with hmms. Ayabe's just going to have to tell by how much Asch actually eats, finishing up his serving and digging around the cupboards for another container to put the leftovers in. ]

I'm leaving a container of the leftovers on the counter. It's too hot to put into the fridge yet, so if you're going to stick around, do me a favor and put that in the fridge once it cools a bit.

[ Or take it and sneak it off to your room to eat, he doesn't care as long as Asch isn't standing in front of an open fridge for half an hour at a time, that's how food spoils. ]

[mammoney]

Why would I be drunk? [A beat.] Though gettin' drunk sounds like a great idea...

[kazokun]

[ NONE OF THIS MEANS ANYTHING TO HIM ]

But you still call him Sect Leader. What is he to you? I thought you looked up to him.

[ Or respected him or something. ]

[mammoney]

[Just trying to shove his hand away from his face, now.]

Stop shoving your damn hand in my face! [No, he can't see how many fingers that is but he sure isn't happy about it.] Fuck off!

[mammoney]

No, they're not just random girls. Witches are witches, man. Just any regular human girl wouldn't be able to summon the likes of me. You have to have magic for that.

[goldpeony]

[AYABE PLEASE GET WITH THE ANCIENT CHINESE PROGRAM]

I don't look up to him! [EW] You always refer to sect leaders as Sect Leader and their family name! He's leader of one of the Four Great Sects.

The only person I look up to is my uncle, Sect Leader Jiang!

[mammoney]

[he honestly doesn't know where to even begin since this ain't exactly like the curses he's used to but sure!!! FAKE IT TILL HE MAKES IT]

I-I'll give it my all, then! Yeah! I'll do it! Thanks, human!

[A beat.]

I want to finish my cockroaches though.

[soba]

Huh...

[ he looks at the food ]

Has anyone else had issues with it?

[voidbreaker]

[ this is telling him so much, rip mammon ]

That’s not a number.

[kazokun]

[ Don't EW in brackets, Nie Huaisang is going to cry ]

If he's a leader, then he should be somebody respectable. Out of anybody else here, he should know about your bell and the seals, right? It would be good to rely on him more.

[allfornone]

[cAN ALL THE BSDS STOP CATCHING HIM AT THE WOMEN'S RESTROOM

HE DIDN'T DO THIS ON PURPOSE

Subete is actually just sort of half-slinking, half-nyooming out of there because it's pretty easy to figure out he's in the wrong restroom once he's even a few paces in but also massaging his face because in his haste he might have. Run into the wall. There was probably a THUD noise that is rendering all of his half-hearted sneaking moot.

When Dazai speaks up he just puts his other hand over his face.]

... I'm not-- I'm really not. Are you a ghost.

[Is he changing the subject really badly or actually asking. Either way he'll just. Sliiiiiide far away from the bathroom.]

[kazokun]

[ Damn, a small part of him hoped Mammon would run off and do his thing and Ayabe can toss the bugs in the trash, but he did promise a meal of cockroaches, so he follows through with it.

First these things are getting boiled so they're properly dead and he doesn't have to feel them wriggling around while he plucks off the antennae and legs, and then he tries not to think about what he's cooking while he makes some sort of stir fry dish, reminding himself every few minutes NOT to taste test throughout he cooking process. Cockroaches, peppers, ginger, miso, sesame oil, spices... He's going to triple clean all the pan and dishes so nobody else will ever be able to tell he used them for bugs. ]

[mammoney]

Me? Caring about numbers? Ha! Got the wrong guy! Totally! Now get out of my face, idiot.

[RIP MAMMON, INDEED]

[voidbreaker]

Ah.

[ ....... ]

If you can count the number of forks I have in my hand you can have them all, no strings attached.

[shortfornow]

[ BSD is actually Bathroom Stray Dogs

If only he had popcorn. He would be popcorning this so hard especially when he kisses the wall. ]

That just makes you even more suspicious.

[mammoney]

[ERGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

....You have zero because I'm not a moron, you moron.

[.....BUT WHAT IF HE DOES HAVE FORKS, THOUGH]

(monster truck announcer voice) MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY

[inaudibly]

[Skipping meals doesn't strike Nic as particularly odd, but it's interesting that the guy is just putting in extra effort to make his OWN food???

Anyway, he came in here for a snack but you know what, that food smells good and Asch looks incredibly prickly, so. As soon as Asch goes back to ignoring Nic, he wanders over and tries to filch some of the dish. Stick his finger right in the pot or whatever. He cannot be stopped.]

[voidbreaker]

[ Ash ...

reaches into his pocket, and digs out two fork. One in one hand, and one in the other. ]

That your final answer?

[oathic]

And the truth comes out! Was that so hard to say?

Tuesday

[inaudibly]

[Luna's announcement had been a lot of talking, and Nic hadn't been sitting especially close, so he had bothered to parse maybe like, 60% of it, max. He isn't especially concerned about his symptom, so he didn't feel much need to report to her.

But he happens to wander into the conservatory later that day, and figures he might as well, since she doesn't seem to be doing anything else. So he trots up and puts his handy notebook in front of her;]

I can't feel anything in my fingers or toes, seems to be spreading. What other symptoms are there?

[oathic]

Yeah? What do you do?

[he asks, despite having read the profiles and knowing what ash's says.]

[oathic]

Just don't get drunk around your roommates.

[survivaltricks]

Perhaps?

[survivaltricks]

Ah.

[. . . Akira's mouth twitches, which is the only evidence of his mild amusement]

Perfect.