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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[disreguarded]

I. TUESDAY

[ Catch Beau just - straight up punching thin air? She looks like she was trying to hit something, and when her momentum carries her a few feet forward, she looks mighty confused. She might also catch you with her hands because she didn't see you there. Oops. ]

What the fuck are - oh, shit, sorry!

II. WEDNESDAY

[ Walking down the hallway at around four in the afternoon, you might spot a trail of blood. Not a lot, but little splatters here and there. It leads all the way to the billiards room, where Beau is chilling on one of the couches with a book and a bottle of booze. She's flopped out on her back, legs dangling over the arm of the chair, and she doesn't seem to notice that her foot is bleeding. Not severely, but also not insignificantly. It looks like maybe she walked on glass, judging by the bits of it embedded in her foot. Hm. ]

III. ALL WEEK

[ So - look, writing is hard when your fingers are numb, but she sure is trying. She keeps getting frustrated with it, scribbling into one of the notebooks. What is she writing? You'll never know, because if you come try to look over her shoulder, she pulls it to her chest and scowls up at you. ]

Hey, do you mind?


(OR HIT ME UP FOR ANYTHING i'm down for pcs or wildcard options, or if you wanna talk, hit me up at knifedad on plurk or fluorescentness#1929 on disco!)

ii.

[madburnout]

[how is there this much blood around already. It's wednesday. someone please don't show Ayabe or he'll faint again. Following the trail around for a while, because . . . he's bored, eventually ending up at the source. Tilting his head to observe this.]

You're bleeding.

[helpful.]

[disreguarded]

[ oh, hey. a beat, and then she squints down at herself. ]

I am? Are you sure - where?

[madburnout]

[ARE YOU SURE just

GESTURING at the bare feet.]

You're going around without shoes?

[disreguarded]

[ OH FUCK yeah now she sees it. she groans loudly, sitting up to look at it more closely. ]

I refuse to wear the fucking heels they put in my closet, so yeah, I'm going barefoot. [ She grouches. ] Maaan. It doesn't even hurt. Where the fuck was the glass?

i

[kazokun]

[ Ayabe gets punched in the face. He is so sick of being hit in the face. This is the third time in less than a week. ]

[disreguarded]

[ NO AYABE!! Poor boy - the sad thing is Beau does this a lot. And she very quickly grabs at his arm and shoulder after. ]

Sorry! Where did you even - I didn't see you, where'd you come from?

[kazokun]

[ At least he's not bleeding this time, about to reach up to reach up and check his face for that when his arm gets intercepted like that. ]

Tch. I just came into the room- I wanted to know what you were up to, and should've called out first.

[ Instead of walking straight into her fist and standing there in a daze like he didn't expect that to happen. ]

[disreguarded]

[ She kind of just pats him awkwardly. ]

I was - uh. [ And she lets go, glancing over her shoulder with a grimace. ] You don't see that? 'Cause I feel like if you could see it you'd for sure know what I was doing.

I. he can have little a exercise, as a treat,

[allfornone]

Wait, Lionett-san?!

[It's probably, like, a great idea to watch where you're going in the hallways or anywhere else in the McMansion nowadays -- not only are the majority of the inhabitants actual literal chaos incarnate, this week is doing one better and turning everyone into either drunken fighters or plain personal obstacle courses, too.

Or just making them grumpier. Never underestimate the little things.

That being said, Subete is distinctly have trouble watching where he's going: his mind wanders, or his feet wander off-course on their own, and then there's times like now when all of the above happens and now he's just got Beau's fist caught in one hand and looks completely surprised to have caught it.]

Is something wrong? I mean, it's a stupid question, but--

[Better get him before he really starts flailing in earnest. He'll just hold on, too, he doesn't need to catch even more hands even closer to his person.....]

damb nice catch

[disreguarded]

[ HFFFT god all these people just lining up to get punched. Beau is really not expecting him to have grabbed her fist like that, and she looks just as surprised as him. And then, as the name registers -- ]

Yeah, something is wrong! Don't call me that. It's Beau. Not Lionett. [ That's sharp, and she's going to wait for confirmation before she answers his other question, pulling her fist away from him and scowling. ]

[allfornone]

[Is it really surprising that they're all disasters who can't tell an empty hallway or whatever from the business end of a fist!! It takes a moment of blinking and delayed reaction but Subete does let her go, hands still held up in a deeply confused gesture of peace and goodwill and no-punches-zone.]

Beau...-san? Sorry, sorry. There were so many names in your profile...

[He's one to go with the safe, conservative option if there is one!! #justJapaneseproblems]

So, uh, is something going on? It's kind of dangerous to do this here.

[disreguarded]

[ Huff. ]

Just Beau. [ what's a san ] I was trying to get rid of whatever the fuck the thing was that looks like me, but she's - gone. Or she's over there now, actually.

[ And she points to absolutely nothing. ]

iii. wednesday

[burningrescue]

[He's actually not trying to snoop, he's just squinting at everything this week because he doesn't realize he needs glasses.]

Whoa! Sorry. Is that your diary?

[disreguarded]

[ She wrinkles her nose up at him. ]

It's my notes. I'm trying to keep everything I've heard straight. There's gotta be something around here that lets us get out.

[burningrescue]

Ooh! Smart thinking. I've been trying to get out, but I haven't noticed anything. Can I see?

[Making grabby hands at her notes!!]

[disreguarded]

[ Excuse!! She slaps at his hands. ]

No! [ THERE'S LIKE PRIVATE STUFF IN THERE kind of. Here, let her edit. She'll give him one sheet, which just has the following on it: ]

Shit I overheard:
• the yard's not ready for guests
• plum can just pull shit out of midair - she gave galo a fire extinguisher which was fucking nuts
• valentine's event is gonna end after the weekend
• the girls are sisters - peach is oldest, plum next, pumpkin last
• our stuff was supposed to come with us but it didn't somehow - transportation mishaps
• blue is interested in some of our characteristics
• the dog can talk
• and then I stopped listening because the dog can talk

iii.

[gitalong]

Not at all! Please, feel free to keep going!

[ it's not like he can read it, after all ]

[disreguarded]

[ oh. right. UGH WHY IS HE SO CUTE. Beau reaches out to pet him. ]

... Sorry, I forgot. [ So fluffy... ] How you doing, buddy? Has anybody fed you today?

[gitalong]

[ Missile shoves forward for firmer pets. yes, good, really get him through all that floof... ]

Yes! I had breakfast this morning - it was very tasty. Did you eat anything, Miss Beau?

[disreguarded]

I had a little food, yeah. [ Look, she'll scrub him down real good. She loves one (1) dog. ] You're a good boy for checking on me. Thanks.

ii

[slobjection]

A trail of blood.... could there have been a murder?

[ phoenix muses as if speaking to himself, but he's talking loudly and has obviously noticed her. ]

[disreguarded]

[ She squints up at him. ]

Yep. You did it. You found one.

[slobjection]

Who could be responsible for such a grisly crime.....

[ why is he this way ]

[disreguarded]

[ A beat. ] Can you even hear me.