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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Comments

[survivaltricks]

[. . . uuuuuh Hunter?]

[with an arched brow, Akira shifts to place the coffee mug in Hunter's hand]

Everything okay?

[counterclocked]

Yeah, I’m sure it’s fine.

[Until he also misjudges how far away the cup is and kind of gently smacks it into his mouth. It isn’t hard enough to make anything spill, but he stares at the mug for a moment regardless.]

...Maybe. Hey, do you feel weird at all?

[survivaltricks]

[H-- Hunter???]

I-- yeah, actually. I can't taste anything. That's why I asked you to try it, to make sure it wasn't just me.

[but]

It looks like you have something else going on, though.

[counterclocked]

...Well, I guess that answers whether or not this guy wanted to mess with us, at least.

[He frowns.]

Your taste thing just started today?

[survivaltricks]

Mmm. Just today.

Is it the same with your vision?

[counterclocked]

[He nods.]

I definitely would have noticed if it was happening yesterday, at least.

[survivaltricks]

[hmmm. . .]

I wonder if Peach-san, Plum-san and Pumpkin-san know what's happening? It seems too strange to be a coincidence.

[counterclocked]

Oh - yeah, that's a good point! I could try and talk to them and find out.

[[He tilts his head.]

Wanna regroup later and compare notes?

[survivaltricks]

[nods!!]

I think that's a good idea. We can reconvene at my room.

[his and Chuuya's room]

[with their pillow fort]