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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[ oh.

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.... ]

I guess I better train harder then.

[ he tightens his grip on the cue stick. ]

I don't want to lose.

[s-snorts]

For what it's worth, mmmmost problems can and should be worked out through communicating and not. . . well.

Punching.

[okay he has to give a token effort at being a good influence, especially when Ken sounds so serious]

[ thank you for at least making the effort. ]

That's a relief.

I know you shouldn't fight with just anyone, but it's important to stand up for yourself. [ which might end up with people being smacked around but ken hasn't gotten there yet. well, in places of the not shadowy sort. ] ...but arguing about certain things can be childish, too.

[ squabbling really. though a child calling arguments childish... ]

It depends on the context, I think.

[a child calling arguments childish. . . Ken really is mature]

But you're right. It's always important to stand up for yourself, if you can.

And to stand up for others who can't.

[PHANTOM THIEF MINDSET]

[ that second part that akira says—now there's something he's thought of but not heard recently. ]

Stand up for others who can't...

[ he repeats it and commits it to memory. ]

I like that. [ he smiles. ] You have to be pretty brave to do that.

Yeah. You do.

[offering Ken a smile as he picks up a cue stick, because if they're in the billiards room then of course they've got to play]

It's a kind of bravery I can admire.

[something something society sucks something the rich and powerful always take advantage of the poor and weak, something. . .]

[ well, if akira wants to play pool then ken is definitely game!!! he’ll reach over and start to set the balls back to the start. he’s noticeably better at reaching over the table now compared to the first time. how much has he been practicing??? well. ]

Me too. [ firmly: ] I definitely want to be strong enough to stand up for myself and others. I’m not going to be anyone’s burden.

[how much HAS he been practicing. . .]

[also Akira can't help but idly think ah. . . definitely justice to himself when Ken says that]

You sound really grown-up, Amada-san.

[Akira is amused! but it isn't mocking; he's definitely a little impressed]

[ don't ask questions that shouldn't be asked... aka quite a bit. i mean, there isn't that much to do around this place for a kid who became used to running around at midnight. ]

You think so?

[ +2 for akira! ken is definitely pleased to hear that. ]

I know I'm just a kid, but that shouldn't be an excuse for my behavior.

[ once the table has been reset, he'll face akira with the cue stick comfortably in hand. he's definitely comfortable holding things like this. ]

Do you want to go first this time?

No rock paper scissors? And here I thought I'd have the chance to redeem myself.

[HE'S JOKING, judging by the way he's already bending over the table and taking aim]

[ clearly ken gets the message but he continues the joke. ]

We can if you want—but I figured since I went first it'd be fair for you to go.

[ winners go first? who did win their first game. akira right?? ]

[AKIRA, PROBABLY. at any rate, he's going to take this display of kindness, line up a shot, annnnnnd. . .]

[he takes it, sending the white cue ball shooting across the table where it crashes into the perfectly stacked rack of balls. they scatter pretty easily, but unfortunately he doesn't sink any of them. TRAGIC]

Hm. . . not bad, but I could've done better.

WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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