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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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somewhere he's on the floor
Everything alright there?
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[ throws his arms in the air!! ... and then lets them fall back onto the floor. ]
Why would I ever want to be anywhere other than right here!!
[ isaac this sarcasm isn't helping ]
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[ SSSSIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHH ]
Ugh, this blows.
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I can't keep my balance, like at all. Every time I stand up I make it like two steps before I'm down again. It's ...................... great.
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[ dude. ]
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[ a beat ]
Need a hand up?
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[ UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.
a pause. ]
Yeah, sure. Thanks.
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[ reaching out to offer him a hand ]
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[ Isaac will reach out with his good arm and haul himself up.
He doesn't let go immediately because, like he said, he can't keep his balance. So there's some wobbling while he tries to get his footing. ]
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[ letting go, but keeping his hand close just in case ]
So, how does it feel?
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[ .... Isaac lets go, and he stays on his feet! But it's clearly precarious and if he tries to move he's screwed. A sigh. ]
Like I should probably stop trying to move around so much. I wish I had, I dunno, something to lean on.
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.... uhhh, would you mind helping me keep my balance while we look ....
[ he'll die, otherwise. ]
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[ you totally imagined that brief hesitation. but eh, he doesn't seem like a bad guy at least. ]