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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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The "medical concerns." Are you alright?
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[WHERE DID THIS SUDDEN COMPASSION AND SERIOUSNESS COME FROM]
I-I-I think there's been a misunderstanding. I didn't mean the concerns were in regards to, um... me...
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Because you should be sleeping at night, not worrying about other people's problems.
[ Nobody here has a serious enough illness that they would die overnight just because she took an 8 hour break like any normal human being like she assuredly is. ]
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I don't mind. I've, um... always kept very odd sleeping hours, regardless. I promise, I'm not trading my well-being for it.
Besides... helping people is what I want to do. I don't think I could forgive myself if I didn't at least try to do what I could.
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You sure are dedicated. Do what you can, but don't overdo it, or other people are going to worry for you. Isaac was.
[ Ayabe too bUT HE'S GOING TO THROW ISAAC UNDER THE BUS INSTEAD ]
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I appreciate it. Both of you.
...Really, I'll be okay. It's my job for a reason. I told the same thing to Isaac as well. No one should have to feel guilty just for needing help. I don't ever feel burdened for giving it.
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...it's fulfilling, in a way, isn't it? Looking after people and making sure they're safe. I'm no doctor, but I can understand that much, at least.
[ He doesn't have to be a doctor to be a natural caretaker- an overbearing one, at times, but somebody who works hard because he likes it, even if he's grumpy and snappy about it all the time. ]