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

[voidbreaker]

... it’s not dark in here. Even with the lights off.

[ there’s a pause, before he moves out of the doorway and in front of mammon. enjoy his voice suddenly coming from directly ahead, really suddenly ]

How many fingers am I holding up?

[ he’s. He’s definitely just putting up a middle finger in mammon’s face but y’know what? he’s kinda suspecting that isn’t gonna matter. ]

[mammoney]

[Just trying to shove his hand away from his face, now.]

Stop shoving your damn hand in my face! [No, he can't see how many fingers that is but he sure isn't happy about it.] Fuck off!

[voidbreaker]

[ this is telling him so much, rip mammon ]

That’s not a number.

[mammoney]

Me? Caring about numbers? Ha! Got the wrong guy! Totally! Now get out of my face, idiot.

[RIP MAMMON, INDEED]

[voidbreaker]

Ah.

[ ....... ]

If you can count the number of forks I have in my hand you can have them all, no strings attached.

[mammoney]

[ERGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH]

....You have zero because I'm not a moron, you moron.

[.....BUT WHAT IF HE DOES HAVE FORKS, THOUGH]

[voidbreaker]

[ Ash ...

reaches into his pocket, and digs out two fork. One in one hand, and one in the other. ]

That your final answer?

[mammoney]

[sweating because all he sees is a dark blur moving, rip his life]

Uh. [shit. SHIT] Threeeeeeee?

[voidbreaker]

...

[ there’s just a snort ]

Having a few vision problems, are we?

[mammoney]

[He lets his head sink. He guessed incorrectly, didn't he? NO FREE FORKS.]

Damn it, is it really that obvious?

[voidbreaker]

It’s the middle of the day, and you’re screeching that it’s dark in the middle of the ballroom.

[ so. yeah. ]

[mammoney]

I honestly thought for a moment that it was just the light...but it was my eyesight all along...

[Why is he even losing his eyesight anyways??]

Why is this happening to me...? What did I do...?

[voidbreaker]

I wouldn’t get yourself in a twist about it, Plutomaniac. I think most of us have some kind of crap happening to them right now.

[mammoney]

Wait, really? [Not even reacting to the nickname, cause, yeah, he is.] You're not blind too, are ya?

[voidbreaker]

[ don’t worry, he’ll shorten it to the more manageable “pluto” sooner or later ]

Nah.

[ ash just flips the fork around and

stabs himself in the hand with it. Not without a little restraint, but those prongs sure did pierce skin. ]

Can’t feel shit.

[mammoney]

What, you can't feel sad or whatever? That kind of sucks...

[WRONG TYPE OF FEEL, MAMMON]

[voidbreaker]

Nah. I can’t feel where I just stabbed myself with a fork.

[mammoney]

Why the hell would you stab yourself with a fork, idiot?

[voidbreaker]

In case this shit sorted itself out.

It’s not like I’ve gone blind; if I’m not checking I don’t know.

[ he says; hand gently bleeding ]

[mammoney]

You could do that by not causin' harm to yourself! Like...touching your nose or something, come on!

[He just frowns.]

...Seriously, are you bleeding? You're bleeding, aren't ya?

[voidbreaker]

It's fine. I'm a big boy, I can tie my own shoelaces and bandage my own hand.

[ Nothing to see here. Literally, amirite Mammon? ]