WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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

[stormsoff]

[ Isaac will grin at her, and nod. He even pumps an arm in the air. ]

To bacon!

[ ... but that gets a glance, and a complicated look. He's definitely still got the bruise and the sling. And his busted up hands, at that. He'll huff a sigh. ]

... yeah. Okay. Just warning you, it's a pretty dumb story.

[disreguarded]

[ At least she grins back at the fist pump. Adorable. She'll start to carefully pull herself up, annoyed by how she has to keep her eyes on her arms to make sure they don't do anything unruly. ]

-- Eh, I've probably heard dumber. Remind me to tell you about the time my friends tried to infiltrate a mansion as bats. C'mon.

[stormsoff]

The what. Oh my god.

[ He's kinda laughing as they make their slightly awkward way to their feet. They make an ungainly pair together, but they'll probably be fine! ]

So, uh ... I mean, I guess it's probably obvious, but I got in a fight.

[disreguarded]

[ Probably! Hopefully! Look, if they manage to not run into any walls on the way there it'll be a miracle. Beau goes ahead and wraps an arm around his waist, throwing his uninjured arm around her shoulders. ]

No shit. I figured you didn't get that from falling. [ She squints at him. ] Who'd you fight with? Do I need to kick someone's ass?

[stormsoff]

[ Isaac actually lets her have all this physical contact, which is really the amazing thing, but strangely, he's just ... comfortable with her presence. He'll gently adjust her grip wherever it's needed.

....... that gets a look though. ]

No! Jeez, not you too. Listen, don't worry about that part, alright? He's not gonna come after me again and I'm not gonna pick another fight, so who it was doesn't matter.

[ a sigh. ] He got me good, though. Remember when we met, how I tried to use my powers and couldn't? I know how to fight, but ... still, I'm used to having those abilities, and not having them... I think he must have been a trained fighter. He was older and bigger than me, too, so ... between all of that, I didn't stand a chance. Only reason I'm not hurt worse is cause he decided to let me go.

[disreguarded]

[ GOD. You can't just tell her this sort of thing, Issac, it activates her annoying older sister instincts. She frowns mightily. ]

Yeah, well. Whoever it is better fucking not or I'll lay 'em out. [ SHE REALLY WANTS TO KNOW but she'll be polite. For now. ] Doesn't sound like a very fair fight. Even if you are trained, someone bigger and older than you slapping you down is a dick move.

You okay? Like other than the bruises, obviously.

[stormsoff]

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