bluesclues | 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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[ She's gonna be real gross and try to get some of the pieces out with her teeth, too, bending over and contorting to get her heel up by her mouth. ]

Nope. Not a goddamn thing. [ SIGH. ] You got it too? Hey, did it start in your hands for you too, or was it just all over?

[ Lio has lived a life on the run in a terrorist motorcycle riding arson gang, he's. Maybe seen something gross than chewing glass out of your own food with your mouth. Maybe. he doesn't react if he bothers him. He does not know enough to suggest maybe putting the glass shards in your mouth is a bad idea, Beau.

He peels off one of his gloves, showing her the palm of his hand. Criss-crossed with red marks, where he's run the lighter over the palm back and forth. Nothing so deep as to blister, but it isn't nothing.]

My hands. Nothing about this body works the way I'm used to. [He really screws up his face as he spits out the next bit.] I almost preferred the cold to this . . . nothing.

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[ It's totally fine she just spits the glass shards off to the side like a goddamn animal. It's not like she can feel it if it cuts her mouth. ]

Oh - fuck, did you burn yourself? [ Uh!! Beau drops her foot down, looking concerned. ] Make sure that doesn't get infected, man, I know it doesn't look too bad but burns can get real messy.

[ A beat. ] What do you mean "this body?" Are you in a different one than usual? I know you said something about being a Burnish.

I thought maybe it would work again.

[Putting the glove back on, crossing his arms over himself protectively again.]

I have never been burned before. The flames can consume us, but we regenerate. Wounds heal. We do not feel the cold.

[ She's learning all sorts of things today. ]

Kind of like phoenixes. [ She muses. ] Are you guys like... okay, so wait. Let me get this straight - you're a separate species, right? Or are you like half-orcs, where you're half human and half something else? Are there lots of you?

[ SHE HAS A LOT OF QUESTIONS ]

[THAT'S A LOT OF QUESTIONS AT ONCE

Lio looks like he's trying to tackle a complex math equation for a moment because, unfortunately, he's not a nerd and has never even watched one Lord of the Rings movie so, what the fuck is an orc. He'll circle back around to it. But it gives way a slightly snappish:]

We're humans. The same as you. [That's a sticking point.] We're born the same as anyone else, and our powers wake up. It's different for all of us, but normally in a moment of extreme emotion. Fear. Pain. Rage. It does not leave. When we are done, we return to ash.

[And then he considers the last question.]

There used to be more.

[ SHE'D BE MORE SORRY if she wasn't nosy, she's a curse. She lifts her hands in a sort of defensive way when he snaps at her, but - hey, that's deserved. She'll remember it. ]

Got it. You're human. [ She probably could've phrased that in a less offensive way, but that is not how she rolls. ] Huh.

[ She mulls it over, having forgotten her bleeding foot. It's still just going. Probably worse now, since she's pulled all the glass out. ] What was it for you? What emotion?

[Nodding once she acknowledges the human part. That's good enough. His mouth screws to one side at that question. Instead he gestures at her foot again.]

You're bleeding, still.

[cool dodge, guy. It seems that my sweet sweet headcanon juice will be saved for another day.]

-- Shit.

[ Beau will remember that, though!! Give her like a day or two and she'll ask again, like the world's worst reverse magic 8-ball. ] Man, it's a good thing this was just my foot and not anything else. You have anything I can wrap this with?

[She owes some serious backstory spillage in return here. Lio pats himself down, looking for spare fabric-- and. Yeah. God I hate him but he has a cravat on his person apparently just carrying it around for fancy boy emergencies. Handing it over without any hesitation though.]

I can get you shoes. If mine do not fit, Asch the Bloody has some.

[He can't just offer Asch's shoes. But he's doing it anyway.]

[ Hey, all he's gotta do is ask. Also the sudden cravat kind of just gets him a look, but it's not like she can say anything. She did ask. And they're all in fancy stuff.

As for the mention of Asch... ]

Ugh. I'd rather step on glass again than take anything from that asswagon. [ Beau says, grouchily. ] I can try your shoes, I guess.

[Shrugging. If anything that'd give him more motive to just take Asch's shoes. For being an Asswagon. He kicks his shoes off (there's still glass on the ground, Lio!!!!), offering them up. His feet are . . . pretty small.]

Go ahead.

[Just bleed in 'em, who gives a shit.]

This is how you are passing the time?

[Indicating the book n' booze combo. Not really judgmental. Just a factual statement.]

[ there's no way his shoes are going to fit her - she can tell even as she's looking them over. ]

Man, you got small feet. [ just go ahead and say that out loud beau it's fine ] Hey, keep your feet up off the ground until your shoes are back on, I don't want you to match me.

[ And she shakes a foot in his direction. Here, have those shoes back, she's not gonna take them from poor lio. ] Thanks though.

And - yeah. I dunno, there's not a whole lot else to do except get drunk and read shitty erotica. Or spar with people but both Anya and Ayabe have fits when I break shit.

[He doesn't seem bothered by any small comments. It doesn't occur to him to be sensitive about it. People are rarely brave enough to try and roast him about it, mostly because he's always on fire. Here might be a different story.]

I would spar. I have to get used to fighting without the flames. [But not right now 'cause he's got no shoes on.]

[ Put your shoes back on, Lio!!! ]

I'm down to join you in sparring. [ She offers. ] Maybe let my foot stop bleeding first, but. [ Sniff. ] So like, what happens when you fight normally? Do you actually burst into flames?

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