WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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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[getdrekt]

1. that’s what i wanna make [MONDAY ONLY]

[Meals are served at 7am, 12pm, and 5pm, and you will never find Asch at any of them. Instead, at odd hours, you’ll find him in the kitchen, wordlessly cooking something. No matter what it is, it genuinely smells great—and maybe that’s a little surprising, considering what you know about his big bitch baby ass??? When you enter, his eyes are already on you, having heard the approach.

After a moment, he resumes cooking what he’s cooking. The unspoken sentiment seems to be “don’t interrupt me”.

So now you absolutely gotta.]

2. darkness falls (down the stairs mostly) [TUESDAY ONWARDS]

[Everyone other plebe is out there struggling with whatever weird dumb affliction they have happening to their eyes or noses or whatever, well, hah, he didn’t get hit with anything! Sure, his vision was a little blurry yesterday, but today, it’s


gone completely. Asch is deadass blind. Naturally, he doesn’t want to let on. Naturally, this works nearly not at all because he still has to eat like once a day or so and won’t go to the served meals. Find him in one of the following exotic locations:

- Groping blindly for food around the kitchen and fridge, touchin’ it to determine what he’s got, holding it up like that’s gonna make it easier to see, sniffing it if it’s in a container.
- Nyooming off with something he’s confirmed to be food he wants to eat. Walking along the hallway like a normal person, nearly glued to the wall with an entire roast chicken or box of fruit under his arm.
- Stubbornly refusing to leave his room any time he’s not in one of these two other places. He is only too well aware of how vulnerable he is at this very moment.

So, what’s it gonna be? Punch the punk, or pity him?]

3. WILD

[I’m WILD, and always down for shenanigans even if Asch is absolutely not. Hit me at nijikai or nijikai#7421 for all your redhead bothering needs! :D]

2sday

[dressupqueen]

[Unfortunately for Asch, not being able to see means he can't see her coming around the corner. Also unfortunately for him, she's rounding the corner too quickly to stop when she does see him.

There's a sharp intake of breath, and then -

Bam!

Ouch. Well. Maybe ouch for him. Nikki stumbles back and hits the opposite wall, but doesn't seem to be hurt.]

Oh no - I'm so sorry. Are you okay?

[getdrekt]

[fuk

He's just holding his nose, leaning against the wall, saying nothing out loud—but there is a thin hiss of pain.

A thin trickle of blood streams out of it. From the looks of things, he may have already taken a blow to the face this week, so he's probably really feeling this one.

He doesn't answer Nikki, though. On the contrary, he moves by her, apparently trying to pretend like that didn't just happen???? Hewwo???????]

[dressupqueen]

[...maybe this place took his hearing?

But, no. If that's the case, he should be able to see fine. Unless he's just extra unlucky and it took two senses from him.]

Nikki bites her lip, and starts to quietly follow along just in case he needs to be snatched away from some stairs or something before he falls.]

1

[goldpeony]

[So we meet again.

Except Jin Ling can't see shit all really, and his walk into the kitchen is more of an edge into the kitchen. He pierces Asch with a heated stare, brows knotted.] Reito Ayabe? [That's literally the one person who is always in the kitchen for him, or the one trying to drag him to the damn kitchen.]

[getdrekt]

[ahahahaha look at this blind lunatic scrub

Asch watches him move about the kitchen with some grim amusement, wooden spoon in hand. On the stove is two pots: one of pasta sauce cooking, and the other and of pasta boiling. At the mislabeling, he actually almost laughs.]

No.

[Surprise!!!!!!!!!]

[goldpeony]

[It only takes him half a second to recognize the voice. But the peculiar thing is... there’s this guy’s voice and the overwhelming smell of pasta and sauce. Bewilderment crumples Jin Ling’s face.]

You... [He hasn’t moved much more than the doorway.] What are you doing?

2, tuesday

[kazokun]

[ Jin Ling is right, Ayabe's second home is the kitchen, but rather than cooking, it's mostly to make sure people aren't making a mess in there or making something completely inedible.

He walks into the sight of Asch holding up a block of tofu wrapped up in plastic. Can Asche tell what this is? Squishy, doesn't particularly smell like anything. ]

Um.

[ Don't squish it too hard; it's silken tofu and it'll crumble and be no good. ]

[getdrekt]

[This tofu is dumb, square, and wrapped. It gives no sign or smell to what it is.

He pokes it. Prods. Tries to pinch it in his fingers—and it do pinch, which is just more confusing??? He's really getting fed up with the plastic, mostly.

He's pinching the opposite side of the tofu between two fingers when he hears the "um" at the doorway, and scowls.

Someone was there.

Someone was witnessing this stupid happening.]

What.

[He throws the tofu on the counter, away from him—or tries to, anyway. It lands, and slides into a sink. Whatever.]

[kazokun]

Don't th-

[ And now the tofu is crumbled. He's not such a stickler about food than he is about cleanliness, but he still moves to rescue the tofu from the sink; the plastic held, but he still rinses it off briefly under the water. ]

Never mind. Are you going to use this?

[ Or is he going to have to think about soft tofu recipes that doesn't care if the tofu's in tiny pieces rather than nice cubes. ]

tuesday

[burningrescue]

[Well, he's also rounding the corner - probably at a brisk jog, because he's Galo, when Asch turns it as well as bumps into him while holding a roast chicken. Galo's built pretty sturdy, so that probably hurts.]

Whoa!

[getdrekt]

Kuh! [PWECIOUS CHIKINNNNNNNN

it go. it fly. into the sky.

Asch, with only the low exclamation of surprise and pain at the collision, bless his heart, is still trying to catch it, despite his lack of sight.

so, he's, you know, holding his arms out in the completely wrong direction to where the chicken actually falls.]

[burningrescue]

[Oh! He tries to catch the chicken too, but fumbles and it falls on the ground. So he picks up the chicken, dusts it off with his hand, and holds it out.]

Five second rule! It's fine!

tuesday..............

[miscakes]

[WELL. Guess they're meeting in the kitchen now. Akechi's willing to wait a teeny bit to use the refrigerator, but when it's clear Asch is just blindly sniffing and groping shit in there, he clears his throat to catch his attention.]

Excuse me... [Pleasantly!] Are you nearly done? There's something I'd like to fetch from the refrigerator.

[getdrekt]

[WELL. HERE THEY ARE.........

at the sound of the throat clearing, Asch freezes, and grabs the last thing his hands happened to touch—a sealed plastic container full of baby octopi, ready to be fried up and devoured wow yum!!!]

Yeah. Finished.

[He moves out of the fridge, back, and away, still clutching his prize.

He leans against the wall with an air of collect and cool, examining (or at least, pretending to) the box. No blind dudes here.

He doesn't know what he has in his hand, but it's probably something he can eat????]

2ish, let's go with Wednesday

[brokethefirst]

[Well, she's been camping at the dining room during meal times to keep track of who she has and hasn't spoken to, and guess who just never shows up? Gee whiz, I wonder who it could be.

Unable to find him and still unaware of the boy's name, Luna makes sure to take a careful look at the plaque wall, looking for the image of his face and the name attached to it, before quietly making her way upstairs.

Once she finds the correct room, she'll carefully knock on the door. Hopefully he hadn't lost his hearing as well, or getting in touch with him would be much trickier... but she figured this may be a little less messy than having to go find Lio.]

[getdrekt]

[There's a muted sound on the other side of shifting—a pause that seems more like hesitation than anything, then slow footsteps. A tap.

And the door opens. At first, only a crack, enough to see his ever-present frown.

But he's not looking the right direction.]

What do you want.

[On the plus side, now Luna knows he's just an ass to everyone.]

2 dark 2 hell's kitchen

[allfornone]

[Ah. Ah..............

See, the problem with being a stubborn Ass(c) and groping blindly for food anywhere, everywhere and all the way to every nook and cranny of the kitchen is that A. The kitchen in this damn McMansion is fucking humongous and Asch is going to be in there for a while, making a fool of himself, B. He, quite to his misfortune and the possible misfortune of everyone else has help in the form of! C. Some People Are Keeping Cockroach Snacks and D. Some People Cannot Fucking Find Anything, Especially Not A Single Thing They Left In The Kitchen.

So, here's Subete contributing his regular personal D(ose) of ridiculousness; Asch is much, much more likely to find something other than food in the fridge, or possibly on the counter. A nice hefty tome of the Hōjōki. Several hapless lemon leaves (no fruit, just the fucking leaves). A literal pillow. Three (3) billiard balls. Please do not cronch those.]

Eh? Hold-- Hold on, why are you looking at those like that? I didn't mean to leave them here, but it's temporary, I swear. At least, I'd like to think it's temporary, and-- Asch-san?

[He probably notices at some point that this isn't your average kitchen nightmare......]

[getdrekt]

[It's about when he picks up the billiard balls that something finally snaps.

He squeezes the ball, gritting his teeth in frustration at the shape of it. Balls. BALLS!! WHY!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY DOING IN THE KITCHEN!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!!!!!

Then he hears the voice.]

You.

[That fuckin' guy!!! It's said with no small amount of irritation.]

Did you put all of these things here.

(monster truck announcer voice) MONDAY MONDAY MONDAY

[inaudibly]

[Skipping meals doesn't strike Nic as particularly odd, but it's interesting that the guy is just putting in extra effort to make his OWN food???

Anyway, he came in here for a snack but you know what, that food smells good and Asch looks incredibly prickly, so. As soon as Asch goes back to ignoring Nic, he wanders over and tries to filch some of the dish. Stick his finger right in the pot or whatever. He cannot be stopped.]

[getdrekt]

[It DOES smell great, doesn't it? It's delicious, it's nutritious, it's chicken curry (minus carrots)! A big finger of curry will prove it to be extra-tasty, and next to it on the stove is a smaller pot of rice, because Asch is from a weird place technologically speaking doesn't know how to use a rice cooker.

He's just getting a bowl out, actually, because he's not a monster, when he turns around to see Nic with his NASTY HANDS just straight-up BLEPPING THE CURRY with his FINGERS

The rage currently on display upon his face is exquisite, high-quality, museum-grade fury.]

What [he hisses out, like an angry tiger,] do you think you're doing, bastard!?

[He doesn't want to fight in the kitchen.

But he WILL fight in the kitchen!!!]

2 sniffers

[gitalong]

[ Missile says nothing and instead just

invades Asch's space

and sticks his nose in whatever Asch is sniffing. is it yummy??? ]

[getdrekt]

[he doesn't know!!!!! it's closed!!!!!]

Rgh! Get out of here, dog!

I don't need you getting under my feet every time I'm in here!

2

[slobjection]

[ in asch's quest to grope for food, he gropes.... something else. namely, phoenix's chest. ]

Hmm. Don't think I'm edible.

[ helping!!! ]

[getdrekt]

[first of all

what is he doing in, or NEAR, the fridge!!!!!!!

second of all

UGH!!!!!!!!

he jumps back, as if scalded (by the hotness of phoenix's perky nips)]

Don't get in my way!