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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Eh, doppelgangers? I was thinking that we were all getting some kind of suggestion or weird hypnosis treatment, with that announcement this morning and-- I guess seeing things out of the corner of your eye, and all that.

But with houses like this, and hallways like this, and lighting like this...? It's not unheard of. I want to say.

[There's a faint emphasis on the last bit. He does look like he's been wandering around for a while, his breathing measured but not labored like he's been exercising or at least running around -- there's a small leaf caught at his elbow though he's otherwise as immaculate as ever. Maybe it's just that small sign of things being a little off that resonates all the more? He ruffles a hand through his hair and at least one more leaf flutters out.]

... It's a little embarrassing? I thought I had the layout of the house down -- there are only two floors, aren't there, or are there three...? But I keep getting turned around.

I guess hallucinating is more likely, yeah... Just, when I see someone who looks like me wandering around, doppelganger is kind of the first thing that comes to mind.

[Moving on, though!]

Yeah, you... seem a little bit turned around. [The leaves...] Maybe you should rest for a while.

Haha... A doppelganger is a copy of yourself, right -- and in most stories, they'd be evil, or they'd be coming for you for one reason or another. Having my shadow come after me is a bit more scary than just hallucinating or getting my mind messed with normally.

[What's getting your mind messed with normally. Fushigi mystery here.

Moving... on..... He's going to just shake his head.]

I don't really feel like I'm doing anything but turning in circles, if I'm being honest. I don't know how to rest from that.

Yeah. Kind of like an evil twin, but more supernatural, you know?

[He doesn't bat an eye at what the normal mind-messing might be, but he does frown lightly at the next statement.]

Did that feeling just kind of come out of nowhere?

I feel like most of the time the concept of an evil twin ends up being supernatural... otherwise I think real twins would be a little bit offended.

[It's joke. Bad joke, but why not clear the air a little bit!!

He shakes his head after a moment, looking like he's trying to think on it, but how do you describe a feeling like this... He still hasn't completely nailed it down. Hm.]

It wasn't really like this yesterday, if that's what you mean. It really is like I got more forgetful overnight, or the house just stopped making sense, or something...

Right. They get a bad rap, huh?

[He smiles, but it fades slightly as Subete goes on.]

Like... You're just feeling disoriented no matter what you do?

[He doesn't know if it's twins or doppelgangers getting a bad rap but at the very least it's probably a good thing they don't have any twins... or clones... or anything, right. Haha. No problem. The doppelganger problem is probably less urgent than the -- this.]

Mmm, disorientation is kind of a good word for it. I'm not dizzy or anything, it's less physical than it is in here. [he taps his temple and then stares at his hand, looking a little disconcerted] Put that way, it's kind of...

[It's not great!! But anyway.]

Did you notice anything off besides the doppelgangers?

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