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bluesclues2020-02-16 08:37 pm
cluedin) wrote in bluesclues2020-02-16 08:37 pm
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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 was just at the conservatory looking at the more interesting plants -- I guess I wanted to take a closer look and got too into it, next thing I knew I was in the kitchen. I come here sometimes to look for snacks, rather than a full meal...
[He's going to look for a mister or something? If that's not around he might just grab a glass of water to sprinkle a little on the flowers. Maybe that will help the wrinkles????]
I must have gotten distracted again, because I forgot this here. Haha...
Really, though, I was just looking for something packaged to take with me. I don't want to start leaving dirty plates where I can't find them...
[Was he really this absent-minded.]
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You are... Неправильно? Getting lost?
It started today?
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He runs a hand through his hair; it looks more ruffled than usual today probably for that reason.]
I mean... this is a completely new place, but I'd like to think that I'm pretty good at navigating really big places with a lot of features that all look the same...? [seriously, his own home is pretty much just hell maze: rich assholes edition] I've gotten lost a couple of times, but nothing like today. It's like... I can't even get the layout to stick in my head, you know?
[Seriously, just the biggest sighs today.]
It's not the end of the world, but...