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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 jerks his head down to his lapel, but, you know, CANNOT SEE ANYTHING AND CAN'T ASK WHICH ONE, so he just.
Dusts them both off.]
There.
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...
That...didn't do anything. I told you it was your hair, remember?
I'm really surprised you didn't notice it so close to your face.
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He irritably flicks his hair behind his shoulders with both hands, starting from the sides of his face, and exhales in frustration.]
If I didn't get it, I don't care.
Is that all you came here to do?
[He's notably flustered and annoyed, though. If that's. Progress.]
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No. I came here to see if you were okay, like I said before.
All you've done is show me that your original answer was a lie.
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[Okay well NOW he's angry. Or rather, it's a healthy scoop of embarrassment slathered in angry sauce, which does not affect the red blush on his cheeks.]
Leave, woman!
[Okay now THERE goes the door. Slammo!!!]
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Well that was one of the worst things she's ever intentionally done to a kid.
She doesn't leave. She stands perfectly still for a minute, in fact, a couple steps away from where the door had slammed in her face.
Then she purposefully takes a step, and another, until she's nearly touching the door.
Her hands ball at her sides. But she doesn't move.
...]
My name is Luna.
And I...I want to help you.
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Very ANGERY!!!!!]
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Well, time to just talk to a door. Maybe the door will listen, even if it doesn't respond.
She is going to take a seat on the floor, carefully smoothing out her skirt because she has a feeling she will not be moving for a while.]
I'm sorry. I didn't want to trick you like that. You seem like you, um... don't trust people very easy. I'm not really in a position to judge.
Even so, I... don't think anyone deserves to feel like they have to deal with something cruel and unusual all by themselves. To be alone might be a necessity, or not even a choice, but... it's suffocating sometimes, isn't it? Like you might collapse from the inside out.
It's not an easy thing to stomach, but... sometimes you just have to. It's hard.
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I said GO!
I don't care what you have to say!
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. . . What are you doing?
[As if it's not kinda obvious.]
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She just. Looks at the door like it just broke her heart for a good long moment.]
...Are you really that frightened...?
[Oh.
Uh.
Hi, Lio.
She suddenly goes quiet on realizing the other young man is right there, scooting herself to the side and offering up an apologetic look.]
Um. He's... not in a very good mood, I'm afraid. It's my fault, I-I'm so sorry...
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The balconies are close enough. Maybe he can jump them.
Blind.
Sure. Worth a shot.
Inside the room, there's a shuffle, footsteps away from the door.
Quiet, but still audible to anyone listening, within the room, there's deep bonk sound, a very quiet grunt—then more shuffling.
He is now seated on the bed, arms crossed, and is totally fine, thanks for asking!!!]
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[Matter-of-factly. I mean. Is he ever in a good mood? Is Lio wrong here. Anyway, he has a key for the door, but he just pulls it out and doesn't use it yet. He doesn't understand that Luna might not be able to hear all that well, but he' pretty close by.]
Would you like in the room?
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[She looks up at that key, and then at the door... and then down at her hands.
Quietly, she shakes her head.]
No. I don't know if that's a good idea right now. I just... wanted him to know someone was worried about him, I guess. He just seems to really value his privacy.
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second of all: YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT!!!!!!!!! STAY OUT]
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I will make sure he eats.