WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

[cluedin]

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

[seasiren]

[A super gay fight, look at poor Michiru pulled flush against Haruka, trying her best not to burst into giggles]

Ara, I recognize that dashing young voice.

[Run, child. Run and never return]

[commitaphobe]

[ Haruka looks between the two of them, suspicious. ]

You two seem oddly familiar.

[ Haruka almost barks, in the direction of their new companion. ]

How do you know her?

[soba]

[ this is giving him the biggest fuckin sense of deja vu why are gay people so messy ]

We met when we first got here.

[ she watched him throw a chair ]

[seasiren]

Yes, and exchanged quite a few words as well.

[Michiru stop making it worse]

You made for good conversation, if I do recall.

[So she says, but then gives Haruka a smile along with squeezing her hand, as if to say "now now, play nice"]

But that aside, we were wondering if perhaps you woke up with any new ailments recently.

[commitaphobe]

[ She doesn't know why Michiru is coddling her, and Haruka doesn't know why she feels both demeaned and comforted at once.

Regardless, she doesn't let go of her hand. ]

You heard her.

[ Punk. ]

No one is themselves. People are missing things or seeing ghosts– and most people don't seem too bothered by it for some reason.

[soba]

[ hm...

he looks between the two of them. ]

I can't smell anything?

[ so if a stink bomb gets released at trial he'll do fine ]