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

[stormsoff]

[ Isaac will pause when he hears a voice, putting his pen down. He's trying to write left-handed on top of everything else, and it's slow (and poorly penned) going. He'll nod, looking thoughtful. ]

And I mean--there's gotta be a reason they played that for us to hear, right? Unless creepy story time is just meant as another fun activity for all of us to enjoy, courtesy of Master Blue.

[ shakes his head. ]

They kept describing the house like... like it was playing tricks on the speaker.

[infire]

Then maybe it was - or maybe it was real after all, and they were tricking themselves into believing it wasn't.

[ she’s… not really that great with psychological transcendentals, but those are the only options brilith can think of. if one says one thing, but another says another thing, then someone has to be lying, right? ]

For a dinner party, [ one that’s lasted uncomfortably long, but a dinner party nonetheless ] I would assume it’s just a story.

[stormsoff]

... in other words, it was something supernatural.

[ said musingly, as he taps a pen on his piece of paper.

but he'll blink up at that. and kinda. laugh? ]

A dinner party that like... none of us can leave, and which required all of us being moved across space and time to arrive at? And you think that was "just a story"?

[infire]

I suppose they could also just be seeing things.

[ brilith doesn't know shit about hallucinations, who is she to judge. but, like, the kid has a point. ]

We don't have anything to go off but that recording. I'd like to hear more before I jump to conclusions, though it does sound like something a transcendental would do.

[stormsoff]

Where I'm from, that's literally never the case.

[ he's seen some shit, alright ]

That's why I wanted to write it down! To keep a record of-- wait, a transcendental?