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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[kazokun]

[ With everything safely moved out of the way, he goes to Ash's side and stares at the drawer. ]

...Try tipping the desk back. We can at least try and hear for anything inside the drawers, whether there's paper or nothing at all.

[ Ash will have to do all the hearing, though, because Ayabe's going deaf. Not completely, yet, but things are definitely already muffled. ]

[survivaltricks]

[m. . . makes a face]

It's not a very hospitable event if it is.

[survivaltricks]

[better. . . maybe???]

[at any rate he is gonna call out gently once huaisang gets assistance and is freed]

Heeeeey. . . are-- are you okay in there?

[kazokun]

It's not this place, it's the people. I bumped my head yesterday, and you might not have realized the same happened to you, if you were fighting.

[ If he won't say who hit him on the head!! But if he thinks about it logically— and he can only think about it logically, with no magic or whatever the hell to draw upon- the most likely thing to mess with one's senses is their own head. ]

[survivaltricks]

If he's reclining on a chair and not the ground, sure.

[raises both brows]

And I'm not interrogating you.

[what do you take him for A COP??]

I'm making helpful commentary.

[hamaoned]

[ he looks over towards nikki for a moment and her breakfast—looks normal enough too. ]

I know.

[ then back at his own breakfast with a heavy frown. ]

But it doesn't taste like anything at all.

[voidbreaker]

[ how can any of this go wrong, look at these functional teens who clearly have no problems with physical sensation right now. ]

Thanks.

[ Keep your hands out the way Anya, because he's gonna start loading up that plate with rice, a couple of hamburger patties, fried egg and finally -- sauce all over the top. Done. ]

... Annnd, done. [ Now what. ]

[constellates]

Mm... you are right.

[she just takes a sip of the coffee then, because it gives her some time to think of the next thing to say - she didn't mean to make him unhappy]

Maybe... an accident?

[she like. doubts it. but!!! maybe!!!!]

[shortforever]

Why not? I'm not insulting them or anything, that's what they are.

[survivaltricks]

[akihiko is a good influence]

Sit there and smell it instead of eating it?

[. . . helpless shrug]

[constellates]

[there is going to be NO problem here, NONE whatsoever

but she's going to concentrate on holding the plate as it gets loaded up with a shitton of food holy fuck]

So much...!!

[WHO DOES HE NORMALLY FEED]

[dressupqueen]

Mine tastes how it should... do you want to switch?

[if he says yes he's the first kid she'd know who would willingly swap pancakes and syrup for oatmeal, but

maybe the flavor will be worth it]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . extreme doubt dot png, yes. and him being unhappy isn't her fault!!]

Soooo they accidentally took away our sense of touch and taste after kidnapping us?

[a pause]

That's giving them a little too much benefit of the doubt.

[kazokun]

It tastes like coffee.

[ Bitter, which is why he prefers milk if he's going to be drinking the stuff. ]

It's not so terrible that it's just bitter water like you'd get from the instant mixes. Can you not taste it?

[ He's going to the fridge to find some milk to add to the coffee like a heathen, and then maybe Akira will like the taste better. ]

[hamaoned]

[ ken nods at the explanations and accepts them. ]

Did you at least hit the other guy as hard as he hit you?

[ because that's how fights are supposed to go, right? he likes akira well enough and it would be sad to know he wasn't able to pull his own weight in a fight. ]

[constellates]

... worth trying....

[look she's always going to try to trust people, but even she admits that it was a stretch]

Mm... but like how Master Blue did not give us our items... Ошибка? It could be a mistake...

[constellates]

[well considering that she's bringing her hand up to her head and - trying to feel for the spot that she got hit but it doesn't seem to register on her fingers]

... mm, some things?

[like

a basic sense of touch]

[hamaoned]

That doesn't sound very good.

[ he'll put his hand on his stomach and frown. hmmmm. ]

Do you think it's just food or everything?

[ does dirt still taste like dirt??? is ink still bitter? ]

[hamaoned]

[ he immediately wants to take her up on the offer but then he remembers what he has done to the pancakes and. well. ]

Um, maybe you shouldn't eat this.

[voidbreaker]

[ They're all disasters. ]

Sure. Stable it from one side and I'll do the tipping.

[ He's on it. And he's listening. Look at this teamwork. ]

[goldpeony]

What?! Sect Leader Nie, hold on!

[Nooooooo.

Unfortunately, Jin Ling can't see shit either. There's a huge lump of something writhing around on the floor, he thinks, and that must be the Doom Ooze attacker. So he promptly leaps on top of it to start beating it up with his fists.

I'm only a little sorry.]

exploring

[madburnout]

[is this small child very drunk what is happening

When Isaac starts to take a header towards him, Lio simply quickly sidesteps out of the way - though he does wince when Isaac apparently actually hits the floor.]

Ah.

[kazokun]

Something... There was nobody else here besides me and you. Come down, we'll go to the kitchen and get you a glass of water. Your eyes play tricks on you when you're tired.

[ Take a nap, Jin Ling. ]

[voidbreaker]

The ground's fine. D'ya want me to call it "lying down" instead?

[ are they. arguing semantics? is this what they've been driven to in this mansion prison?? ]

Peanut gallery.

[kazokun]

[ He's holding his breath for Ash to tip the desk onto his foot, tbh

But at long as he's prepared for it, he takes hold of one side of the desk. ]