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

[kazokun]

[ He did write that but!!!!!

okay.... ]

Okay.

[slobjection]

Sometimes.

[photorealism]

[ damn, remember when he could just sort of have a camera anytime he wanted?? He remembers. He hates this dumb manor!! ]

Ah. So you are a dancer. No wonder you have such an elegant air about you. [ a nod. ] What kind?

[photorealism]

[ slowly. his brow arches up into his hairline. ]

Why are you carrying something like this around?

[ he has a lot of questions but FIRSTLY ]

[photorealism]

[ that is very sad but probably for the best. ]

A fellow artist? How interesting. I hadn't considered the possibility of competition...

[ maybe it will be good? He'll come out on top, of course. ]

[kazokun]

What? No, not as competition. How would you complete?

[ Who can draw a better version of surfing Jin Ling? Just be friends, Stefano, lord knows she'll need one after this weekend. ]

[dressupqueen]

[she smiles]

Great! Then--

[oh, right, he can't hear her. she'll write again.]

I'll be counting on you :)

[yes, she actually drew a smiley face]

[photorealism]

Simple boy. Merely creating in the same space would pit us against each other - especially with such a small number of people. That is the way things work.

[dressupqueen]

Oh... well, maybe it was one, then.

[kazokun]

No, that is not. We can have two good artists here. ...Three. I think Nie Huaisang paints.

[ He's not even counting himself and the competition keeps rising. ]

[kazokun]

[ What can he even say to this, how can he say no to a happy face ]

Right.
Once every few days should be fine. You can remind me in a few days.

[ Maybe she will forget. Maybe everybody will be cured in a few day's time. Don't let it be strip search tomorrow and Nikki calls Ayabe over for some godforsaken reason. ]

[photorealism]

Three?

[ a small gasp. ]

That is too many.

[dressupqueen]

[if you don't think nikki's going to call ayabe over to check her if there's a strip search tomorrow idk what to tell you]

Sounds good. I'll do that.

[kazokun]

Don't people like talking to those who share the same interests? I thought you'd be happier knowing there's others who like art, something to get your mind off photography for a while.

[ "too many" like he plans to cull the competition, jfc ]

[photorealism]

[ he doesn't want to share the spotlight... everyone needs to look at his art only, damn it! just imagining people choosing to look at some teenager's scribbles and not his photos makes his skin crawl...

Stefano gives a small, derisive scoff. ]

Get my mind off of it? That's simply not possible for me. Art is my entire life. Since I lost my eye, I have thought of little else. My mind is full of ideas, every moment...

[kazokun]

[ He's going to have to work hard to top surfing Jin Ling

Ayabe opens up his notebook, flipping well into the last few pages of the book before sliding it over to Stefano, with his pen back. ]

I'd like to see.

[allfornone]

[He doesn't know if it's twins or doppelgangers getting a bad rap but at the very least it's probably a good thing they don't have any twins... or clones... or anything, right. Haha. No problem. The doppelganger problem is probably less urgent than the -- this.]

Mmm, disorientation is kind of a good word for it. I'm not dizzy or anything, it's less physical than it is in here. [he taps his temple and then stares at his hand, looking a little disconcerted] Put that way, it's kind of...

[It's not great!! But anyway.]

Did you notice anything off besides the doppelgangers?

[gitalong]

Humans eat strange things all the time. Like green things! And stinky fish!!!

[ except Mammon isn't human, so- ]

Besides, you ate a bug right off the floor. You didn't even play with it! Maybe you just have weird tastes.

[gitalong]

[ oh snap, he loves cats ]

Even if it didn't hurt, it still... hurt you! I think! You should go put a bandage on that!!!

[gitalong]

... Nope, still nothing. Oh well...

[ thanks for nothing, nick ]

[getdrekt]

[oh my god this drama queen

what a dumb statement]

No one has ever died from... dry hands.

What are you, a court lady? You don't need anything.

[getdrekt]

FIND SOMETHING TO EAT, THEN!

[he repeats it, but louder!!!!]

[getdrekt]

Go and get it, then.

[this dude has never fridged before coming here has he. I N T E R E S T I NG

and also monitoring his position, because hey, that's important.]

[getdrekt]

[he wipes his hand across his nose, notices the wetness, and frowns.]

Damn.

[well, whatever. he's heading back to his room anyway.

and that girl is still following him.]

What do you want.

[getdrekt]

[ welp

hadn't he just been saying it last night?

this was not a shocker. not even a surpriser. from the reactions, smell, and sounds, it had been Haruka, the blond-haired woman.

but this murder mystery game format was... well, stupid as hell. he'd posed a couples ideas to Hunter, but it looked like "entertainment" won out. he scowls in irritation.]

To hell with this.

[pointless, stupid murder. just kill them all and be done with it, or fight.]