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

[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.]

[shortforever]

Well maybe don't eat food cooked by someone who can't cook! And don't eat plates either!

[Time to drag Mammon to the kitchen for some real food. Does Chuuya know how to cook? Of course not! But even he can do something basic like boil an egg or something.]

[mammoney]

It wasn't like I wanted to, and nobody knew he couldn't! It was an official dinner party for cryin' out loud! I'M NOT THE ONE EATING PLATES! WHERE ARE WE GOIN'?

Is he really just dragging Mammon to the kitchen, CHUUYA PLEASE. Mammon will let him (because he honestly doesn't just want to turn and run into a wall, thanks) so he'll just yell.]

DON'T MAKE ME DROP MY DAMN COCKROACHES!

[shortforever]

You're not dropping anything, it's fine! And You better know NOW that you can't eat plates!

[Yes, he's totally dragging Mammon and yelling at him. Though he does let go once they're in the kitchen because he actually has to cook stuff now, god help him he has no idea what he's doing. He normally eats like...ramen and snack foods and stuff.

Time to boil some water, he at least knows how to do that.]

[mammoney]

You're sayin' that like we don't tell Beel off for that!

[And now he's..............somewhere else. He squints. He pats his box of cockroaches. They're still here. Nice.]

[Don't mind him, Chuuya, like. You're a small gingerheaded blur at the moment.]

Where the hell am I...?

[shortforever]

In the kitchen, that's where I said I was taking you.

[Learn 2 listen Mammon.

But there's still the problem of how to actually make food. Noodles go into boiling water, right? So he'll grab a box of spaghetti noodles and throw that shit in there.]

[mammoney]

Dude, I don't know, maybe you were goin' to like, kidnap me...

[He wanders up to the counter, squinting at whatever ginger blur is doing. Is that...a pot?]

What are you making?

[shortforever]

Why would I kidnap you?

[Mammon's not hot (to Chuuya), he's kinda dumb, and he doesn't have anything Chuuya needs. No point in kidnapping him.

And he glances down at his sad pan of noodles and considers it for a second.]

...it's ramen.

[mammoney]

I'm the Avatar of Greed, duh.

[He says, like that means something.]

Ramen? [Perking up INSTANTLY at that.] Man, I love ramen! Good choice!

[shortforever]

I'm sorry for your misfortune?

[SORRY he doesn't think that sounds cool at all.

And he's having regrets about this 'ramen'. The water is cloudy from boiling the noodles in it. But isn't broth supposed to be clear-ish? Maybe he has to strain the noodles and put fresh water in? Yeah, that sounds right. He'll drain the cloudy water from the pot and add more fresh water.

And then a lot of salt. Because ramen is salty, so it needs that.]

[mammoney]

Eh? What misfortune? Are you talkin' about my title? That's a big deal, man!

[BOW DOWN TO HIM except don't, please. Mammon is just focused completely on the sounds and the sense of movement from what's happening.]

Have you made this before?

[He's not saying it to be mean, he's genuinely asking.]

[shortforever]

Having a title like 'greed' makes you look bad.

[He's just trying to help here! And he's lying to help more too.]

A few times. I'm no expert, but it'll be edible.

[mammoney]

What do you MEAN it makes me look bad? I'm a demon! Sins are kinda our thing.

[DUH]

I want awesome ramen, buddy. You'd better make it more than just "edible".