bluesclues | 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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Ahh, did you make all of those yourself...? They look pretty good.

[When did this guy turn up in the dining room!! Probably recently, given you would have noticed him otherwise -- he's a tall-ass beanpole and also he isn't exactly subtle, given that he's managed to cart a whole freakin' pool cue straight to the table itself. There's something sheepish about his posture so maybe he's aware of how ridiculous he looks...

But he still looks like he's about to try and play a round of billiards in the middle of breakfast. OK. In the meantime, he's peering at Ken's breakfast, though it's more academic curiosity than anything.]

Honestly, I was wondering if there was somethig funny going on with the house itself, or with whatever those three members of the household staff were giving us. I'd say nothing's felt quite right since this morning...

Oh, no. Peach made these.

[ at least he’s pretty sure it was peach. she was the one who said she’d be responsible for cooking for them, after all. granted if someone made them and they tasted equally bland then he would be confused to because how could you make syrup bland.

sugar definitely has a taste to it. at least, sugar should have a taste to it and yet—

that said, ken does give him a look over and notice the cue stick that he was carrying with him… ]

Are you carrying that with you for a reason? [ a beat. ] And what did you mean about nothing’s felt right?

[ are his taste buds broken to?? ]

Edited 2020-02-18 21:42 (UTC)

Oh, Peach-san is in the charge of the kitchen, isn't she? So most of what's coming out of there is going to be her doing... I wonder if she has some idea of what's happening to her food?

[Something to check in with Peach, maybe, if it gets through the whole froth of other stuff that needs all their attention. It sure is some kind of start to the week.]

You're not the first one I've run into with a problem like this one? Though you're the first one to complain about the official menu. Um... [he kind of looks like he was hoping to keep talking, but after a moment he gives a silly shrug and finally addresses the pool cue he's got leaning against one shoulder] I keep picking up things and then not being able to return them. That's probably my version of this problem.

[ slow blinks, sure he should say something about peach’s cooking and how he isn’t alone in this afflicting (is this really comforting to know), but there’s something more questionable at hand. ]

You aren’t able to return the things that you’ve picked up?

[ that. that makes even less sense than him not being able to taste the pancakes that definitely supposed to taste good!!! he could tell by their scent on sight. …also hunger is a great way to season food. not that he can know for sure!!!! ]

Are you going to be okay like that?

[ because honestly, what does that even mean? is he just going to start picking up plates and then walk around with a bunch of plates in his arms plus the cue stick?? ]

[Can't believe he's more questionable than the household catgirl staff and the fact that the food tastes like they're trapped in a particularly low-quality videogame. Subete scratches his head a little bit and then just laughs.]

Sorry, I guess that was a weird explanation...? It's been a weird day. It's more like, whenever I try to do something, and then go somewhere, like moving between the kitchen and the dining room with food, I end up somewhere else. In this case, I thought I'd see if the lounge was even usable now -- the lounge is fine, by the way, it's like magic -- so I picked up a pool cue and went to look for the balls and then, uh.

[Somehow he apparently managed to end up in the dining room. Looking for billiard balls. Where are the billiard balls???? Nobody fucking knows.]

It's nothing to really worry about. [compared to some of the other stuff going on, anyway..... let's not talk about his adventures in dining too much] It has to be hard to eat like that, though, right? I think there was a myth somewhere that had a torture chamber in hell kind of like this.

[ you can’t do this to him and expect him to not think anything of it??? sure having no functional taste buds is concerning but the fact that he seems to be teleporting(??) into other rooms without being aware of it is definitely weirder. moving between rooms verses a cat maid and having no taste of food…

honestly it’s all bad. it has only been a total of two or three whole days and things are already getting funky. ]

I don’t think it’s nothing to worry about… [ he’ll mumble it but if subete doesn’t want to talk about then who is ken to force him to. don't think that ken won’t know make note of it!!! though what is even his mentioning about hell and torture??

hewwo?? ]

But um. Are you thinking we’re slowly being tortured?

[ ???? ]

[He is totally teleporting. No one can, in fact, prove he's not teleporting -- including himself -- so it's clearly a case of Schroedinger's personal transportation. This makes about as much sense as suddenly having no tastebuds and suddenly having cat maids and bunny maids call you master (they did not call them master).

Subete will just wave his hand airily about it because for the moment he at least knows where he is, nominally, and is not going anywhere else yet because it's nice knowing where he is. Everything is fine, OK.

Have a small laugh.]

It probably isn't as bad as Tantalus! But don't you think it's pretty terrible to be in such a situation, have such beautiful food right there, and yet have it taste like... what does it taste like? Paper? Cardboard?

[It's a genuine question!!!! Have you been eating cardboard, kiddo.]

[ this inspires a huge concern, but ken doesn't know all of those details so he can't be as actively concerned as he would be if he did know those details. instead, he furrows his eyebrows a bit as he wonders why "tantalus" sounds so familiar (it's because of tartarus ken...) and doesn't quite get the reference.

however he does get one thing: ]

Bland. [ his reply is as flat as one could imagine. ] Like eating paper but even with less taste.

[ he grumbles and pokes at his "pancakes" ]

All I can really tell is that it's soft.

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