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

[getdrekt]

[just a wholeass chicken in his hands now. he gropes for the plate for a moment, and thumps it back on.

it is, of course, covered in floor stuff.

and now he has to actually process the absolutely ludicrously stupid words that just came out of galo's mouth. god. GOD!!!!!!!!]

Are you that simple? Did you mother drop you? What an asinine thing to--of course you can't eat it! It's covered in grime!

[burningrescue]

Hey, listen! This place is so fancy that they got a bunny maid girl with special powers! The floors are probably clean enough to eat off. But even if they weren't, it was only on the ground for five seconds! Just wash it off.

[He's a little offended at the mother dropping him comment, so his tone is a little less friendly.]

[getdrekt]

Do you often stick whole chickens under taps?

[ludicrous. but it IS a waste not to, floor gunk aside.]

[burningrescue]

No, but I don't usually carry around whole chickens and then drop them on the floor, either.

[getdrekt]

I--?!

[this is blind person discrimination]

This is your fault, idiot!

[burningrescue]

Huh? Me?

[Even more stubborn and offended. Sulking at him.]

Nuh-uh! You bumped into me.

[getdrekt]

That's rich. You slammed your overgrown, muscle-bound body directly into me, and you're trying to shift the blame?

[he makes a "shoo"-ing motion.]

Get out of my sight!

[YOU CAN'T? SEE???]

[burningrescue]

You think I'm muscle bound, huh?

[He's flattered, okay. Grinning, which Asch can't see.]

Well, listen. You need to get your attitude checked out. Fortunately, I'm a nice guy, so I'll leave you with your floor chicken.

[getdrekt]

You'll--?!

[he's beyond words. this idiot is literally too stupid to understand his insults. this is a new sensation of frustration.]

I'm saying you have nothing but muscles where your brain should be!