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

[allfornone]

[Look, he is still a teenager in a disaster house, what do you want from him!! He might be good at keeping his shit together during possibly-supernatural kidnappings but this is a whole different barrel of fish.

He'll just hold up his hands in a hopefully placating gesture despite the awkward clink clank of the candelabra still. And try not to set himself on fire.]

I think... there's enough spooky things going around already without spooking people even more or-- or in advance or anything. But I don't mind if you want to help me keep an eye on it...

[You can almost see the panicked flailing suppressed in his fidgeting. Fidget, fidget, sweat.]

If it's not too much trouble...?

[shortforever]

[He sure is skilled at balancing that. Though maybe he needs some help? Chuuya will go ahead and reach out to grab the candelabra, steadying it so nothing gets set on fire.]

I think you've got a pretty spooky thing right here. Why are you carrying this thing anyway?

[allfornone]

[He jumps slightly when his wholly unnecessary accessory gets grabbed, but Subete doesn't really resist -- he was already kind of dubious about whether his hair was on fire already, even though he can't really smell the smoke, so... honestly, it's kind of a good idea to have help. Even if everything is a mess and embarrassing right now.

He just gives a sort of half-laugh, half-groan.]

It's not actually that spooky... I was going to get something for breakfast in the dining room, but one of the candlesticks looked like it was in danger of falling over -- our fellow guests are as rowdy as ever.

[Should he still call them guests or.]

So I tried to rearrange things, but I somehow -- ended up here with it.

[Does that explain anything.]

[shortforever]

[That explains nothing at all.]

Ssssso why not set it down now?

[allfornone]

Because I keep setting things down and then losing them.

[More awkward laughter. Hopefully Chuuya hasn't been looking in the fridge much.]

I've been able to find some of them again, but-- it's getting kind of ridiculous? I don't want to accidentally fill the house with candlesticks.

[Not least because he has no idea what people would do with stray candlesticks. They have seen so many shenanigans with literal candles already, should he take the chance.]

[shortforever]

I'm pretty sure you won't fill the whole house. It can't get more candlesticks than it already has.

[He does sound amused as he says that though, and not in the 'smarmy fucker' way he usually is.]

[allfornone]

If you can say that, you obviously haven't seen what happened to the cutlery. I still don't know why we haven't run out yet.

[The obvious explanation is that the housebunny or whoever is somehow spontaneously generating silverware but like. Still.]

[shortforever]

What, have people been stealing knives? They're probably all on Dazai, he's a kleptomaniac.

[allfornone]

Knives, and spoons and forks.

[He chuckles a little at the pettiness.]

I think there are a lot of people here who are after them, not just Dazai-kun. I'm not really sure you can call it kleptomania when it's provided, either...