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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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[Like, seriously, he hasn't been up that long and already he's getting the feeling he could go through an entire carafe. But no, all things in moderation and he doesn't need to vibrate through the ceiling or into various barriers repeatedly like a certain very small and very fluffy fellow guest; that being said, Subete is here to indulge and so!
Coffee guinea pig it is. He sniffs the aroma again once he accepts the mug, happily, and then drains half of it in one gulp. There's a little wrinkle of his nose because it's doubtful he usually takes it black but he'll live. Probably.]
... Hmm, stronger than I'm used to. But it hits the spot. [have a curious look] Were you just trying out stronger coffee?
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[something about his demeanor sags when Subete reports the flavor back to him, which is probably a little strange considering how good the coffee is]
No, I just-- I can't taste it.
[:( :( :(]
I thought it might be me, but I wanted to check to make sure.
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Instead there's a curious blink as he takes in Akira's dejection properly and then--]
Oh-- Oh! So that's what it was. Is it just the coffee that's broken, or is it everything?
[You'd think he'd focus on the broken taste buds first, but after the weekend he's taking no chances.]
There's... a lot going on today, actually, so it's probably not just you at all.
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[he's going to have to go a week eating tasteless food and drinking tasteless drinks and it's going to SUCK]
But I was fine yesterday, so I don't know what changed.
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[He wrinkles his nose a little like that actually is a meaningful analogy, and probably it is. Probably it is.
There's sympathy in it too, though. They have no idea what exactly is going on still nor exactly when they'll be free or anything. Come to think of it, considering they're in the kitchen and he'd vaguely heard something about a coffee-maker... and they'd all seen the state of the kitchen and everything else... Don't take him seriously, but:]
That's some seriously messed up stuff. If I didn't know better, I'd say Plum-san or Peach-san made up some sort of really scary punishment for anyone messing with the kitchen or even anyone who came into the kitchen, but it would have to be really, really broad. And there would have to be punishments for all the other rooms, too.
Plus, it would be a little too fairy tale, wouldn't it?
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[don't]
[don't ask how he knows that]
[but Subete's hypothesis draws an amused huff from Akira, who gives a little shrug afterwards]
I don't think that's it. I've already talked to a few people who are having difficulty feeling or seeing things.
[and he thinks mmmmaybe those people weren't involved in the mass property destruction that occurred over the weekend]
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[Just how far back is he talking as a kid, really.
But look, they've all been there. Some of them possibly from different directions, but the important thing is that they've all been there. Not all of them have been here, though, so Subete just shakes his head and smiles. He has some thoughts that aren't so silly or offhand about the whole affair, but...]
Yeah, it would be too broad, and I don't think it would have the effects they're looking for, anyway. Not with these people. [he doesn't seem to think it's a bad thing, necessarily... still] Feeling, seeing, tasting... I haven't met anyone who couldn't hear or talk yet, but it might be a matter of time.
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[no comment from Akira]
Yeah. I guess we'll just have to keep an eye out as the week progresses.
[a thoughtful pause]
Has anything weird happened to you, Subete?
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On the other hand please see: Subete's entire day so really he can't talk. No comments all around. Just moment of meta silence for 30 seconds for everyone's collective dignity and sanity.]
It looks like we might be some of the only ones who can...
[That's definitely not a stupid joke about how much of the population can no longer keep eyes on things. Shhh. He makes a funny noise that's kind of half-sigh and half-laugh.]
Ah, nothing like whatever is happening here. I forgot how the house works, and there's probably a ghost haunting me, but sometimes old houses are just like that.
[The most wry. Should he really be so blasé about this.]
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[just. snorts in amusement]
I meant, is there anything wrong with your eyesight? Or your sense of taste?
Or one of the other three senses that hasn't been named yet?