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

[madburnout]

[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.]

[disreguarded]

[ 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.

[madburnout]

[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.]

[disreguarded]

[ 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.

[madburnout]

[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.]

[disreguarded]

[ 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?