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bluesclues2020-02-16 08:37 pm
cluedin) wrote in bluesclues2020-02-16 08:37 pm
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WEEK ZERO: MINGLE
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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[He will do his best!! Luckily he's used to remembering a lot of names, even foreign ones, but this is starting to test even his capabilities on top of everything else. On the bright side he has not lost his naming sense.
Subete kind of, you know, had a feeling, but he still turns around to check on the absolute fuck-all that she's indicating. Just in case. You never know.]
... Aha, I think you're the first one I've run into who's gone straight for trying to punch their shadow. [can't believe he's run into only reasonable people so far] I definitely can't see anything, but I've seen... something like that myself? It's something going on with the house, or something going on with us, or both, probably. No wonder people keep talking about ghosts.
What does she look like?
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I'm gonna go with it's the house. Wouldn't be the first time a building fucked with me. [ She grouches. ] She's - well, she looks like me, but she's got on this really elaborate dress, and her hair is down and super curly. Her nails are long, too. Like the kind of long that makes it impossible to pick anything up.
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[He seems intrigued more than disbelieving. Either he's a very credible sort of fellow or... he's just spent a good chunk of the week already being turned around in circles and then smacked in the face by house hauntings. It's one way to get a new perspective on life.
At least he seems to be listening attentively, nodding and, after a moment, scribbling down some notes in the notebook he's still carrying. Dedication? Or just the same cussed stubbornness that made him start carryig it in the first place?? Who knows.]
So, she's somebody who would probably rile you up, right? Make you question why you're seeing something like that. I've... been seeing something kind of like that. Me, but with different hair, and a different expression, and a different way of holding himself and dressing and he-- [hmm] He reminds me of someone, but I don't know who.
We're not the only ones seeing things, either.
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Yeah, I figured most everybody is seeing them. Makes sense, if the house is fucking with us. [ A beat. ] Maybe not even the house so much as just like - whoever is running it?
Alright so like - there was this wizard called Halas who made this ball that you could get into, and it's to another dimension. And time is weird in it. You spend 3 days in there and it's 3 weeks out in the real world. On top of that, there's a bunch of rooms with weird effects and monsters. This feels like that.
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Whoever is running it...?
[He doesn't seem like he's used to people running his weird supernatural mystery houses!! At least, not in this fashion. So he blink-blinks a bit through her explanation but then makes a thoughtful noise of acknowledgment.]
So it's like that -- being able to trap people in a different dimension and then warping that dimension with a certain type of ability. That might be an easier way to look at this than just the shape of the house? If space-time is completely different, that's totally crazy, but it's kind of like...
Part of me really wanted to think all the people saying they're not from Earth are kind of out there, but I'm also pretty sure they're not.
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Whatever's running this definitely has some sort of dimension warping thing. This might be a different plane of existence, even. Y'know, like where all the shit from bags of holding goes.
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[He doesn't really know bags of holding, OK, he's not quite that strain of nerd. But he can kind of make a guess at it??? Hmm. Places where things slip through the cracks...]
I don't know if that's reassuring or not when it comes to our shadows, really.