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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Comments

[counterclocked]

Yeah. I know how to read it...

[Theoretically, at least.]

It just - looks different to me. It's kind of a long story.

[kazokun]

[ ...Ayabe digs into his pocket for the small blue notebook, and flips it open to a page with the words Erebonia, Zemuria, Liberl, Calvard, and Crossbell written on it in some weird language he can't place but it's somehow still understandable to him. ]

Like the opposite of this?

[ Unable to understand something you recognize, versus being able to understand something you don't. ]

[counterclocked]

[He glances down at the notebook, but shakes his head as soon as he sees what Ayabe means.]

No, it's like, it looks like 12:25 to you, but it looks like 8:13 to me. I kind of have, uh... Time problems.

[That explains nothing!!]

[kazokun]

...Time dyslexia.

[ Like that??? ]

[counterclocked]

[After a moment:]

Yeah, I guess that's an okay way to describe it.

[kazokun]

[ He will take okay. Being able to tell time exactly isn't a huge deal as far as he can see, when they don't really need to be on a strict timeline for anything. ]

That's... fine, isn't it? As long as you have a general sense of morning, noon, evening, and night.

[ Does he though ]

[counterclocked]

I guess, but... It's usually nice to know what time it is just, like, in general?

[kazokun]

Yeah, I'd go crazy if I didn't know exactly what time it is.

[ He is that person who is anal about being right on time, but, like it's been pointed out to him already, things like punctuality and even days of the week don't matter much in this place where they're not obligated to a certain schedule. ]

Can you tell, though? Whether it's before noon or after, how close it is to mealtimes?

[ Can Hunter just not read a clock's hands, or is it his internal time that's off? ]