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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Comments

[mammoney]

a: [flicks on and off light switch] WELCOME TO HELL

[Mammon is...having a time. For one, he's not bouncing off the walls, starting betting rings from nothing. He's just. Standing here. In the middle of the ballroom. He's squinting at literally nothing at all, but the expression on his face is incredibly disgruntled.]

[If someone comes close, he just lets out an exasperated noise.]

Hey, you! If you don't mind, can you find the lights and turn 'em up! Like, seriously, it's way too dark in here!

[It's...............very bright and everything can easily be seen. What's up with that.]

[Later, you can probably find him bumping right into a doorframe and cursing his head off. THINGS ARE GREAT. Please feel free to laugh at him.]

b: can you all believe niji wanted mammon to vore asch

[Mammon is in a MUCH better mood later though, even though he's still having whatever weird problem he has. In his hands is a small cardboard box, and you might catch him standing in one place, glancing around like he's dropped a contact lens or something.]

Hey! Hey, don't move, I think I dropped it. [What is he looking for. Wait....is that a cockroach by your foot? Mammon squats down, patting along the floor until his hand touches the insect. He grins like the cat that ate the canary.] -There we go!

[And he just.]

[Grabs the cockroach and pops it into his mouth.]

[And chews.]

[He looks really happy.]

Haha, that really hits the spot!

[I'm so sorry.]

c: wildcard

[Please shame Mammon for eating bugs even though demons are Like This. I'm up for anything with him, including pcs!! GIVE ME ALL THE DUMB PROMPTS AND PCS. plurk me @ vampirize or discord me at crystal#4450!!]

b

[oathic]

[well

babo kim won't judge]

I'm guessing that's pretty nutritious?

[mammoney]

Nutritious?

[He. Swallows the cockroach.]

It's like a snack? It's not THAT good for you.

[oathic]

So, it's for the crunch, or something?

[mammoney]

Pretty much!

[He's reaching into the box to pull out yet another cockroach.]

b

[disreguarded]

[ long, LONG pause ]

Was that. [ She starts, and then stops. She frowns very deeply at him. ] Why?

[mammoney]

Whaddya mean, why?

[Swallows the cockroach. He legit can't see her frowning. That's life.]

[disreguarded]

[ mammon she's going to fight you right here in this hallway ]

Wait, you do know what you're eating, right? Do you know you just ate a bug?

[mammoney]

...Uh, yeah? I know?

[DUH??]

b

[shortforever]

[What. The. Fuck.]

Why would you eat that when there's real food right in the kitchen?!

[mammoney]

How am I supposed to know whether the food in there is good or not? It's always hit or miss with human food, y'know! I'm not going to torment myself with that!

[Cockroaches and toad eggs and newt legs and bat wings?? THOSE NEVER GET OLD.]

[shortforever]

Why are you calling it 'human food'? Regardless of what you are, food is food!

[He seems to take Mammon not being human in stride though, if that's what Mammon is trying so say.]

[mammoney]

Because human food is human food, what am I supposed to call it, huh? The last time a human made food for me and my brothers, it was like a TOTAL disaster! Even Beel wouldn't eat it, and he eats plates sometimes!

[Mammon stop talking as if people know what you are talking about.]

...I could go for a good hamburger or pizza, though. These are just as good.

[Yes, he means the cockroaches.]

b

[kazokun]

[ JUST FUCKING

STOMPS OVER TO MAMMON AND SLAPS HIM HARD ON THE BACK ]

SPIT THAT OUT!

[mammoney]

G-GUH!

[THANKS FOR MAKING HIM CHOKE ON HIS COCKROACH. FIRST FATALITY: MAMMON]

W-what?! [He's just coughing now. Congrats, Ayabe, there's a piece of cockroach on the floor. It's wriggling. YOU'RE WELCOME.] WHAT THE HELL, MAN?!

[kazokun]

[ HE DESERVES TO DIE LIKE THIS WHY IS THAT COCKROACH MOVING WHY IS IT STILL ALIVE ]

Give me that box--

[ He really wants to stop on the bug and put it out of its misery, but he cannot because that would get bug guts all over his shoe and the floor and it would be GROSS this is so GROSS ]

[voidbreaker]

[ silently, with no real indication he actually heard mammon, and with a little fumbling to make sure he actually has a hand on them—


Ash turns the light off. ]

[mammoney]

...HEY!

[He's just going to curse for a good minute here.]

I said turn the light ON, not OFF, dimwit!!!

[voidbreaker]

[ he flicks the lights on





then off again


then on again! ]

It’s pretty bright already. You into running up power bills or something?

b is for bad boy with an emphasis on bad!!!!

[allfornone]

Mammon... -san.......

[...............]

[Hm. Bad. Subete is just having all sorts of misfortunate encounters today -- there's a saying back home, you know, right place right time -- and he is completely subverting that this week in order to be in the exact wrong place at the exact wrong time eating the exact wrong crunchy thing when Mammon does his swooping and his. Cronching. At least it's Pocky that's being ruined this time. He's not sure what he'd do otherwise.

So. Cockroach. Crunch. Pocky. Crunch. Though Subete has, at this point, pretty much frozen mid-cronch and is staring with his eyes slightly wide.

Seriously...... the chewing is giving him goosebumps. Mammon's existence is giving him goosebumps. Weakly:]

I wouldn't say I have the best intuition, but in this case I'm really getting the feeling I shouldn't ask.....

he's a very bad boy

[mammoney]

Shouldn't ask about what?

[Hey, random human he can't identify because he's kind of seeing nothing but dark blurs at the moment. He plucks another cockroach from his box.]

Somethin' bothering ya?

the baddest (battest) of boys

[allfornone]

[He is definitely the most random and generic of humans, with a light brown palette on top of a dark blue palette to match the amazing deep dark anonymity of his existence...! The only thing that really makes him stand out is being a goddamn beanpole, but just now he's shrinking away from whatever Mammon thought he was just doing there.

And looking between him and that Spot on the floor. And closing his eyes.

And then opening them because he doesn't know how many snacks this heathen has brought to the table. Why.]

Whatever... you were just doing -- I'm pretty sure there isn't a person alive who wouldn't be at least a bit bothered. You're... Are you having trouble eating or something? Like the others...?

[He is entirely not sure how losing your tastebuds would lead to trying to eat cockroaches but Mammon has never entirely made sense anyway. So.]

b.

[gitalong]

Wow. Even I don't eat bugs anymore.

[ /judges ]

[mammoney]

You should! They're tasty.

[no. no they are not. to humans and other beings besides demons, at least]

[gitalong]

Hmmmmmm... as tasty as chicken?

[ Missile no i