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

[voidbreaker]

[ He blinks, kinda like he's snapping out of a trance. ]

Hm?

... Nah, I think I've got the cooking part under control. You can grab a plate if you really wanna help.

[constellates]

Mm!

[a little salute!

and she will go to do so - but similarly to how he handled the egg, she's being extra extra extra careful about holding the plate. it might even seem like she's holding onto it a bit more tightly than necessary but

better safe than sorry!

she will go to bring it back to him]

[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]

[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]

[voidbreaker]

[ oh my god anya put the plate down. ]

You don't have to hold it up, you know.

[ HE'S ... he's just cooking rn. And it's usually a whole class of six he's cooking for when he does this. Let him live. ]

[constellates]

[he said he needed a plate so she held onto it - though she'll put it off to the side when instructed

and look to see how much more food he's making]

Другой? More plate?

[voidbreaker]

[ the implication is to put the plate down once you’ve got it anya..... anyanya... but hey. If she’s offering to get more...

Ash looks at the plate, and then at the amount of food still in the pans. ]

Sure. Probably a smarter idea than piling all this on one.