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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[dressupqueen]

monday;
[Happy Monday! Nikki is out and about, wandering the house as she thinks over that strange announcement from before. Strange - but even stranger is how her attention focuses suddenly on something down the hall that you can't see. She picks up the pace a little to try and get a closer look, and her hand hits the wall, but she doesn't seem to notice -

And then stops, frowning.]

...I'd never wear something that clashed so horribly... my mind must be playing tricks on me.

tuesday;
[Another day, another outfit. Tuesday finds her in the conservatory, taking stock of the flowers in the vases and pausing every so often to breathe in their scents.

"Stop and smell the roses" is a saying for a reason, or something. She's even holding a rose that she's managed to take out of the vase! If nothing else, it's at least a little relaxing, and the rest of this situation is anything but.

She'll take small victories where she can get them.]

wednesday - cw: self harm/burning;
[If you give Nikki a wardrobe full of fancy clothes in her size, she will wear them. Wednesday finds Nikki at one of the candeholders, reaching for one to pick it up - apparently she needs some extra light for... something?

But she pauses as her hand nears the candle. Something seems to be occurring to her, and a moment later she shifts her sleeve further up her arm and puts a fingertip directly into the candle flame.

She doesn't bat so much as an eyelash, watching the fire on her skin, and pulls it out a few moments later. Her finger is a little red, now, and she frowns at the sight of it, but doesn't seem to be in pain.]

...well, that's odd.

wildcard;
[Want something else? Hit me with whatever, or hit me up at britt#1723 or bloodthirstiest to plot! I'm open for PCs, too, if you'd like one. Just let me know which day it's happening on because I am absolutely committing to the shitpost of "making new icons for new outfits, not new expressions"]

wednesday

[kazokun]

[ Odd-- that's not ODD, that's just downright STUPID and Ayabe stomps over to snatch her hand out of the fire. He's completely deaf and also shouting at the top of his lungs and won't be able to hear her, but. ]

What are you doing?! Don't play with fire like that- we're getting this iced!

[ Hand on her shoulder to turn her around and march her out of the room, we're going to the kitchen, missy. ]

[dressupqueen]

[Well, see, here's the deal. She doesn't feel it when he snatches her hand, either. She does see it, and she hears him yelling, but here we go.

Nikki doesn't really put up a fight when he starts marching her toward the kitchen, because he has a point.]

It doesn't hurt, though.

[kazokun]

[ He's so focused on getting her to the sink that he doesn't even notice she's speaking to him, he just continues his little ranting lecture that he can't even hear himself, but he's not the person who needs to hear it. ]

What were you even thinking? You grab candles by the base, not from the top-- you need to be more careful so you don't get hurt-

[ etc etc ]

wednesday

[stormsoff]

[ Getting around right now is incredibly slow going. Given that one of his arms is in a sling, he's only able to really use his other--and it's held out, raised, like a gymnast on a balance beam. Even then he wobbles dangerously with every step he takes. But as long as he's careful, it--




is that girl sticking her finger in a cANDLE FLAME ]

Hey! What're you doing?! Stop--

[ without thinking he moves to jog towards her and just

immediately falls flat on his face with a yelp.

but he'll still raise his head immediately, current flat-on-the-floor status be danmed, the look on his face deeply concerned, to go: ]

Stop doing that!

[dressupqueen]

[child please.

she turns - away from the flame, thankfully! - at the sound of his voice, and she gasps when he just biffs it and hits the ground.

she's more concerned with his obvious injuries than the fact that she put her finger into fire, so she walks over and kneels down next to him to help him up]

Are you okay...? It looks like you've been hurt...

[stormsoff]

[ WHO'S THE ONE GOING "PLEASE" HERE, GIRL WHO CASUALLY BURNS HERSELF FOR SCIENCE

Isaac is red-faced and grumbling as she helps him up, but there's a kind of blustery concern still in him when he addresses her. ]

I'm not the focus here!! You're the one who just burned herself--is your finger okay? Why did you do that?!

[ let this very tsun child live, okay ]

Tuesday

[commitaphobe]

[ Well, this is an amazing setup for Haruka if she's ever seen one.

She can't help herself, and no one should expect her to since this is literally setting the stage for her trope. ]

You know, there's at least a dozen cliché lines for a scene like this.

[ Haruka's got her hands in her pockets, smiling softly and looking perhaps a touch smug as characters of her trope tend to do. She nods at the rose and then nods at Nikki. ]

Beautiful girl, beautiful flower. The line writes itself, don't you think?

[dressupqueen]

[Nikki does not swoon as much as Haruka is probably used to, but she still swoons a little. Her cheeks flush a very faint pink, and she smiles.]

You're a charmer, aren't you? [The line does practically write itself, but not everyone would notice that. She turns the rose over in her hand, smiling down at the petals.] Did you come to admire the flowers too?

[commitaphobe]

[ Haruka laughs, and doesn't look apologetic but offers an apology nonetheless.

A little swooning is more than enough. ]

Sorry, did I come off too strong?

[ Haruka leans down a bit, closing the distance between herself, Nikki and the flower. She sniffs the air lightly. ]

Something like that.. looking is one thing– but when you can't appreciate them for the whole of what they are.. well it's a little pointless, isn't it?

[ aka shes lost her sense of smell ]

wednesday

[oathic]

Whoa there!

[quickly approaching her...]

You should be careful around candles, Miss. Don't want to damage your hands.

[the irony of the embodiment of fire himself saying this, but?]

[dressupqueen]

[she holds up her hand and turns it a bit so he can see the finger that was in the fire - it's a bit redder than before, consistent with ... skin that's been exposed to intense heat, but it's not like, charred or blistering, so that's good.]

It's strange. I didn't feel it at all.

[nikki looks him over for a moment]

...did anything like this happen to you?

[oathic]

Yup. Can't feel anything.

monday

[soba]

[ oh, there's his roommate.... where the fuck is she going

he watches her, and considers walking away... ]

Uh?

[dressupqueen]

[he doesn't immediately walk away, though, so when nikki turns back, there he is]

Oh, hello!

[...she says, as if she hasn't said or done anything weird.]

[soba]

What were you just doing?

[ he would not be this concerned if he did not share a room with her ]

[infire]

[ the conservatory is very relaxing. it’s nice and quiet, and being surrounded by flowers and plants offers a kind of tranquility that brilith hasn’t felt in years. nikki seems to feel the same, and brilith can appreciate that, though she’ll interrupt the quiet to softly say: ]

Your dress is lovely.

[ better appreciate it now, before she goes entirely blind. ]

[dressupqueen]

Oh - thank you!

[nikki beams. compliments on her outfits are something she's used to, which puts her more at ease than she would be otherwise - which, to be honest, is still pretty at ease. hm.]

There were a lot of very pretty clothes in the wardrobe up in your room. I'm sure there are some in yours, as well. Do you like to dress up?

[infire]

Yes, they’ve chosen very well for us. Not everyone has taken to it quite so easily, though.

[ brilith laughs sheepishly. ]

Something like that. I’ve never had much of a choice in most of my wardrobe, but it’s all been very beautiful.

wednesday

[gitalong]

Miss Nikki? Why did you do that? Didn't it hurt?

[ even he knows fire = ouchies ]

[dressupqueen]

[this is the part where nikki gets startled by the talking dog







except not really because she has a talking cat in her canon. i'm sorry.]

It didn't hurt. It's very strange, don't you think? ...it probably should have.

[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!!!

monday!

[slobjection]

Hmmm...? You'll have to speak up, I didn't get that.

[dressupqueen]

[phoenix, please]

Oh, I'm sorry -

[she turns towards him and raises her voice just a little bit.]

I saw something strange, so I think my mind must be playing tricks on me.

[slobjection]

[ he's a lil deaf, it's fine. ]

Oh?

[ share with the class!! ]