bluesclues | WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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I don't know!!

[He just woke up and was under ATTACK!

The door isn't locked, though, and Ayabe will open it to find Nie Huaisang on the floor, disheveled and struggling against--

The blankets he's tangled up in. Those scuffling sounds are just him failing to get free. He hears the door open, though, and one hand stretches out desperately toward Ayabe.]

Please, I can't see them, what's happening-!

[he's lost his sight and is an idiot, that's the situation.]

[ HE'S SURROUNDED BY TODDLERS ]

You're still dreaming. Open your eyes, it's morning now.

[ He ignores the hand, because pulling Nie Huaisang out of the tangle of blankets isn't going to work, and instead tries to find the edge of the blanket so he can pull it free and get the guy out of this menacing burrito. ]

My eyes are open! Light a lantern-- no, light two, it's still too dark to see!

[It's just past noon now and definitely bright enough to see? So that's a thing... he's not really sure what's going on, but he can feel the blanket moving and lets out a pitiful little sound as he clutches the closest part of it. At least he's marginally calmer after being told he's dreaming rather than being attacked.]

Is it really morning already...?

[ Ayabe manages to loosen the blankets enough to see Nie Huaisang's head, and then gets up to flick on the light switch in the room— and then flicks it back off, because it's already bright and the extra light doesn't contribute anything. ]

It's pretty late now. Nightmares tend to happen when you sleep in...

[ He crouches back down in front of Nie Huaisang and tugs the rest of the blankets off. Let the cold air shock you back into wakefulness. ]

Do you want a glass of cold water? It'll help get your mind off the dream.

Yes, I-- wait, wait, if it's so late then why is it still dark? Are the curtains that heavy-- is the light still out?

[He reaches up to touch his face, as if making sure nothing is covering it, and frowns when there's nothing there.]

Why can't I see anything?

[ Can he really not see anything? Ayabe leans in close, trying to see if Nie Huaisang focuses on his face at all, but he really has no good answer. ]

Maybe... your brain isn't awake yet. Why don't you go back to sleep?

[ Shhhh. don't mind it being past noon, just calm down and sleep and ignore the problem for another two hours. ]

[He doesn't focus on Ayabe, but that's because he's busy staring at his hand in front of his face, wiggling his fingers to try to look at them. It seems to work a little bit, at least.]

Thank goodness, I'm not completely blinded...

[it just has to be immediately in front of his face, which will get awkward Fast.]

How can I sleep at a time like this, though, something must be wrong! Does going blind mean you're going to die? Tell me if I'm bleeding anywhere, it's extremely important--

[ He's probably going to die, yeah. Ayabe doesn't say it, though. Instead, he puts his hands on Nie Huaisang's shoulders to get him to stop fretting. ]

I'll check. Can you stand up for me? Stand still and don't move, I'll help you up.

[ Just stand there and be calm... ]

All right...

[He flinches at the touch, though, shaking very slightly. Please don't take advantage of this to... shake him, or strangle him, or anything else. He's very concerned about that happening.

He'll be still, at least! And blessedly quiet for the moment.]

[ Bless. There's no shaking, but only because he stays nice and quiet and still, and after a quick look front and back, Ayabe determines that there's nothing wrong. ]

Nothing's out of the ordinary. Does your roommate usually leave earlier than you do? [ It's like noon so most likely yes ] The door was unlocked when I entered, so you'll want to be careful about that.

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