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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iii. wednesday

[burningrescue]

[He's actually not trying to snoop, he's just squinting at everything this week because he doesn't realize he needs glasses.]

Whoa! Sorry. Is that your diary?

[disreguarded]

[ She wrinkles her nose up at him. ]

It's my notes. I'm trying to keep everything I've heard straight. There's gotta be something around here that lets us get out.

[burningrescue]

Ooh! Smart thinking. I've been trying to get out, but I haven't noticed anything. Can I see?

[Making grabby hands at her notes!!]

[disreguarded]

[ Excuse!! She slaps at his hands. ]

No! [ THERE'S LIKE PRIVATE STUFF IN THERE kind of. Here, let her edit. She'll give him one sheet, which just has the following on it: ]

Shit I overheard:
• the yard's not ready for guests
• plum can just pull shit out of midair - she gave galo a fire extinguisher which was fucking nuts
• valentine's event is gonna end after the weekend
• the girls are sisters - peach is oldest, plum next, pumpkin last
• our stuff was supposed to come with us but it didn't somehow - transportation mishaps
• blue is interested in some of our characteristics
• the dog can talk
• and then I stopped listening because the dog can talk

[burningrescue]

[Squinting at the paper. Squinting harder. Leaning in and peering so close to the paper. Squinting even more. Giving up and stepping back, rubbing his temples like he has a headache.]

I can't read any of that!

[disreguarded]

[ GALO PLEASE. Beau huffs up at him. ]

Then why'd you ask?! My handwriting's not that bad.

[burningrescue]

It's not your handwriting. I can't read anything this week without it getting blurry.

[So why did he ask??? Well, because he forgot.]

Could you read it outloud to me?

[disreguarded]

[ she gives him the FLATTEST look ]

No. I'll show it to you when you can read again. If you can. I don't want anybody listening in.