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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[survivaltricks]

[he is glad she is holding onto the coffee because good coffee should never go to waste]

I don't know. But maybe if we asked Peach-san, Plum-san, or Pumpkin-san. . .

[he trails off]

[constellates]

[yea she's going to drink all of it because otherwise it'll be too great of a loss]

Oh - is this part of the 'event'?

[is this how they're starting the party

not a great party]

[survivaltricks]

[m. . . makes a face]

It's not a very hospitable event if it is.

[constellates]

Mm... you are right.

[she just takes a sip of the coffee then, because it gives her some time to think of the next thing to say - she didn't mean to make him unhappy]

Maybe... an accident?

[she like. doubts it. but!!! maybe!!!!]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . extreme doubt dot png, yes. and him being unhappy isn't her fault!!]

Soooo they accidentally took away our sense of touch and taste after kidnapping us?

[a pause]

That's giving them a little too much benefit of the doubt.

[constellates]

... worth trying....

[look she's always going to try to trust people, but even she admits that it was a stretch]

Mm... but like how Master Blue did not give us our items... Ошибка? It could be a mistake...

[survivaltricks]

You think Master Blue taking away our items was a mistake, too?

[because Akira absolutely thinks that was done on purpose]

[constellates]

That is what Peach said.

Or... Обман? What was said was not true?

[she's at least opting to believe the staff for as long as she can, but she can read the doubt from akira at least]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . hm. . .]

Did you try asking Peach-san if they can get our items and clothes back for us?

[if Peach said it, he is a little more inclined to believe it. . . but only a little. Peach seems reliable, so. . .]

[constellates]

[she shakes her head but - ]

I can do that. I would like my cell phone...

Отсутствует? Are you looking for items too?

[survivaltricks]

[he nods!!]

I'd like my cell phone back, too.

[so he can TEXT PEOPLE and be like HEY HELP I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED]

[and also because the Internet]

I also want my clothes back.

[constellates]

Mm, I understand. Запрос. I will ask.

[that said - ]

These clothes look good on you too.

[she's just going to give him a lil pep talk]

[survivaltricks]

[blinks a few times, surprised by that compliment]

[and then he huffs]

Oh. Thanks.

Yours suit you, too.

[constellates]

[she just looks a little proud of herself for at least providing a little amusement :^) ]

Спасибо! Thank you. They are like performer's clothes, yes?

I hope we will get our old clothes back soon - but everyone is very fancy now.

[survivaltricks]

[ugh please destroy me for my typos]

They're exactly like performers clothes. Are you a performer?

[and, with a bit more amusement]

My guess is they wanted us to dress properly for the occasion.

[FANCE DINNER PARTY]

[constellates]

Да! Yes - Anya is an idol.

[so like. a jack of all trades level of performer.]

Mm... the occasion is going very long. I hope we do not have to dress like this all the time. It can stop feeling special...?

[survivaltricks]

[good thing he comes from idol country and therefore knows what that means]

Oh-- I've never met an idol in person before.

[he has a portrait of Rise Kujikawa hanging up on his wall tho]

It can stop feeling special and start feeling uncomfortable.