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

[unanswering]

It's only me...?

[He wheezes that out, too delicate to withstand this PUNCHY LITTLE JUNIOR'S onslaught as readily as any of the others would have. Save him, he's just going to lay here forever... but it means he stops moving, thankfully.]

I don't know what happened, I really thought someone must have been... how was I blindfolded if it was only me?!

[He's definitely not, though.]

[goldpeony]

Yeah! You're making it worse! It--stop!

[He can't see anything but a horrendous blob, so he digs his fingers into the cloth and yanks to see if he can pull it away while the man scrambles back.] You aren't blindfolded! [A sigh is heaved. He feels in the blanket to be doubly sure there's nothing else there.

Thank God.]

You just can't see. Like me. Something has happened.

[unanswering]

[The cloth gets mostly yanked away, but it's tangled around his foot, making him yelp as he's dragged along with it a little. He reaches up to feel at his face, confirming there's no blindfold, but-- oh, no. Like him?]

You can't see either? Are we cursed-- is there a mark? No, we wouldn't be able to see it to tell-!!

[goldpeony]

I can't tell because I can't see anything but blurry shapes! [But.] No one else has told me they have seen anything on me.

[He tosses the cover over to the side and away, pushing himself up to his feet. He shuffles forward until he sort of bumps into the man.] It's me. [He figures Huaisang will scream anyway.]

Reach out for my hand. So you can stand up.

[He can't beliEVE he is having to BABYSIT A SECT LEADER. But Uncle Jiang would kill him if he just left Huaisang here to rot.]