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bluesclues2020-02-16 08:37 pm
cluedin) wrote in bluesclues2020-02-16 08:37 pm
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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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[Her smile arches a notch because yes, she remembers that name and the person to go along with it, though all the while she still keeps her eyes closed.]
A little more shortsighted than normal, but I am managing. Did the mansion leave you with any troublesome gifts as well?
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Yeah, I can't feel anything. Well - like, kind of. If I punch something really hard I can feel it distantly, but mostly there's nothing. It's probably gonna get worse.
[ say that a little less cheerfully, beau ] Shit, not being able to see - really sucks. I'm sorry.
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[Voice humming with a sort of vague discontent, and Michiru inclines her head towards the other]
Not at all. While I do find it discouraging that I can't look at you properly, your voice is plenty soothing on its own.
[I'm so sorry she's like this]
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I - wh. [ HM. It's a good thing Michiru can't see because Beau is blushing. ] Thank... you. [ Throat clear. ] Anyway, yeah, I hope it isn't permanent. Maybe it's magic.
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Magic, hm... [Though the mention of magic has Michiru humming again]
We can't rule that out, I suppose. After all, we still have no idea how we were brought here in the first place.
[A pause]
Does your world have magic in it, then?
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I was talking about this earlier - there's this guy where I come from called Halas, who made his own little hideout on another plane of existence. Time works differently in there - I think it was like a week outside was just a day in the ball.