WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

[cluedin]

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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Comments

[hamaoned]

Did you expect them to mess with us?

[ because that is how it sounds like to ken!!! also how dare you not trust the furries... ]

[hamaoned]

Really?

It doesn't seem to be that bad.

[hamaoned]

[ this inspires a huge concern, but ken doesn't know all of those details so he can't be as actively concerned as he would be if he did know those details. instead, he furrows his eyebrows a bit as he wonders why "tantalus" sounds so familiar (it's because of tartarus ken...) and doesn't quite get the reference.

however he does get one thing: ]

Bland. [ his reply is as flat as one could imagine. ] Like eating paper but even with less taste.

[ he grumbles and pokes at his "pancakes" ]

All I can really tell is that it's soft.

[seasiren]

... Ara, what's this? You know of me?

[Propping a hand against her chin, amused-- I mean. Bemused. She's bemused. Really.]

Ah, I see, you must have met Haruka. Well rest assured, I do not bite. I only wanted to offer you a picture in tribute of your great deeds, which Ayabe-san has graciously foretold.

[I can't believe they're having a full-on conversation and Ayabe can't hear shit--]

[slobjection]

[ it's relevant. maybe. ]

And how well do you think that fits the atmosphere?

[kazokun]

What? I said I would, right?

[ Come back, he means, which is obvious to him because he'd been insisting on being let go in order to sweep up the mess.

The stitching is going to be hard to make out, but it's not like Ayabe had embroidered a dick on the back of it— first of all, the thread he received from Peach is a commodity and it would be a waste. But he can feel that there's parts have been cut off and folded back, idk how to describe clothes but ig it's something more simple and comfortable now, in this sort of style. There's also large pockets on both the inside and outside, because he had extra fabric leftover and pockets are great. ]

[kazokun]

[ Yeah he can't understand a word of what they're saying, but Michiru knows what's up so he just waits quietly and lets her do the talking, nodding every once in a while. Yeah, what she said. ]

[kazokun]

Uh... It's all very stupid, so it fits well.

[ Yeah. Everything is weird, so in a way, there's nothing weird here. ]

[goldpeony]

A picture?

[His face looks so hecking skeptical and concerned. And then confused. He glances between what he thinks must be Ayabe and the direction Michiru's voice is traveling.]

...my great deeds? [.............He slides his eyes over at Ayabe.] He's a moron. I've been blinded, so it's useless. I can't see it anyway.

[slobjection]

[ laughs!!! ]

Ever play Clue?

[seasiren]

[...



She is. Just gonna gently pat Ayabe on the shoulder. Is it to get his attention? Is it pity? Probably both.]

A shame. I'd heard you were rather proficient at sword surfing, and so tried to draw your likeness to that image.

[Ayabe she needs that notebook so she can write to you the folly of this plan]

[kazokun]

[ The discomfort will come back inevitably, with Ayabe treating everybody in sight like a kid. Act like a kid and he'll treat you like one... though he's trying to temper himself. ]

Alright. We can work with smell, and something that doesn't take a lot of chewing so it won't be in your mouth for a long time. Karaage?

[ Fried chicken can be spiced so it will smell good and be something to focus on, and it's something Ken can eat quickly and still be filling and nutritious. ]

[kazokun]

No...

[ Why... ]

[slobjection]

You might get your chance, especially if your theory's correct.

[ this is just the cryptic af way to share his own theory ]

[kazokun]

[ Oh. Ayabe looks at Michiru when she pats his shoulder, and assumes it must be time. He gets his notebook out, flipping open to the page with the drawing and holding it up a few inches before Jin Ling's face. Ta-da!! ]

[kazokun]

So you're saying this is a reality television show based off the game Clue. How do you win the game?

[ Presumably, winning means they get to leave. ]

[slobjection]

Solving the mystery. Doesn't this manor look mysterious to you?

[goldpeony]

[This is very hecking sweet, and Jin Ling doesn't deserve it in the least bit. "HE'S A GOOD BOY ANNA" he doesn't deserve it

Holding it up is better, but folding it over one arm to feel with the other hand--it's been altered better. And there's POCKETS. Not that he needs chaos void pockets like Wei Wuxian's sleeves.]

Mm.

[He wishes Ayabe was the one who couldn't see, so he could put it on to try it without exploding in embarrassment. He turns toward the sound of sweeping.]

[kazokun]

[ Solving the mystery... of the manor? How to get the doors open? ]

It does, but... there's no titular clues. All we know is that Peach and them will let us out when the time is ready, there isn't anything else in the meantime.

ii

[slobjection]

A trail of blood.... could there have been a murder?

[ phoenix muses as if speaking to himself, but he's talking loudly and has obviously noticed her. ]

[slobjection]

[ the greatest mystery: how to open door. ]

Aren't we still in the prologue phase? Especially with that thematic monologue.

[kazokun]

It's already been days. How long does the game last?

[ He needs to go back to school. HE HAS HOMEWORK. ]

[kazokun]

[ The sound of sweeping is pervasive, first focused on the area where the vase had broken but he has a broom and he might as well sweep the entire room and so now Ayabe is sweeping the entire room. He will absolutely still notice if Jin Ling tries it on right here and now but he is still preoccupied, so it's a coin toss. ]

[slobjection]

An excellent question for Master Blue, if we ever meet them.

[ he wants to go home too though he has a daughter!! ]

[pornography]

I can't read my magazines if I can't see!