WEEK ZERO: MINGLE

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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

[kazokun]

[ Don't be the reason for it!!!

Also, not fighting and just painting and collecting fans makes him sound like a pretty nice guy, according to somebody who has no idea what a sect leader does in the first place. ]

I'm sure he has skills that will come in handy...

[ He can't think of how any of that will help, though, so he leaves it at that. ]

What is your sect leader like?

[goldpeony]

Perhaps if there's a need to paint fans, or look at dirty books...

[He opens his mouth, and then he quickly shuts it. His face levels into a scowl.]

He's my uncle. On my father's side.

[kazokun]

[ What was that-

He won't ask. It's none of his business. ]

So he's family. [ That's bias, dude. Nie Huaisang never stood a chance. ] Were you always close?

[goldpeony]

[LISTEN.]

He gave me my dog, Fairy, when she was a puppy.

[kazokun]

[ He's so biased!! Cute. ]

I can tell how important she is to you. How long have you had her?

[goldpeony]

[NO, STOP. Uncle Jiang is the superior sect leader!!]

...Since I was young. Her name was Little Fairy, but she's bigger now, so I can't call her that.

[kazokun]

[ Jin Ling is biased and Fairy must be old by now, dogs only live like 10-15 years and she's not going to have much time left. Sorry about your dog, Jin Ling, she's going to die. ]

When you grow up with somebody, they'll always be little in your eyes. "Little Fairy" sounds affectionate.

[ Call her Little Fairy!! She should always be Little Fairy ]

[goldpeony]

[STOP, FAIRY ISN'T GOING TO DIE SOON.]

She's Little Fairy to me! But... she's an adult now, and a spiritual dog. She can't go by that name. No one would take her seriously! It's just Fairy, and that's fine.

[As if "Fairy"............... Just accept it.]

[kazokun]

[ SPIRITUAL DOG Ayabe's here going "oh my god, his dog is already dead, we were chasing a ghost this entire time" ]

She's a dog. Little Fairy can be both cute and respected at the same time, don't you think?

[goldpeony]

[😒]

Not to other people. I won’t let her be teased! She’s just Fairy. I’m not changing it.

[kazokun]

Right, right, she's your dog and you can call her what you want.

[ She'll just be Little Fairy in his heart.

Ayabe

idk, drinks the rest of Jin Ling's water again or something, and goes to rinse out this second glass to put away. ]

The trashcan is by the door for you to throw that away.

[ The seal, since it doesn't work. ]

[goldpeony]

[She is always Little Fairy in Jin Ling's heart.

?!

Protectively, Jin Ling clutches the crappy notebook paper seal to his chest. Also, STOP DRINKING HIS WATER.]

Why? I'm not throwing it away! It could work later!

[kazokun]

[ Jin Ling is that one text post about the cat owner who got their cat to drink more water by first taking a sip and then leaving the cup out so the cat thinks it's sneaky by drinking water that's not theirs. ]

It's not even on proper fabric... But fine, as long as I don't see it on the ground somewhere.

[ This house is a no littering zone. ]

[goldpeony]

[That is exactly Jin Ling, yeah.

He looks in what he thinks is Ayabe's direction since that's where the voice is coming from. He glances down, and then up again. Slowly.........he holds the paper out like he might drop it.]

[kazokun]

[ Go ahead and drop it, punk. Ayabe's sure he'll be able to snatch it up faster, on the account that he can actually see. ]

[goldpeony]

[NO, IT'S HIS SEAL! With his bluff called, he quickly snatches it back to his chest and sours his face. He'd really rather not have Ayabe snatch it up and throw it in the trash when he can't see.]

Don't!

[It looked like he had moved.]

[kazokun]

[ Don't what?? Without saying anything else, Ayabe starts walking towards him, he's moving now, he's going to snatch up the paper right out of Jin Ling's hands to throw in the trash. ]

[goldpeony]

[He only knows Ayabe is coming because he can see the blob swaying back and forth.] Stay away! [He immediately turns away so he can run, clipping the edge of the counter as he goes, hissing.]

[kazokun]

[ Oh

That's sort of what he was going for, but minus rupturing Jin Ling's kidneys. He's just going to follow after him, gently herding him towards... somewhere. Maybe upstairs to Jin Ling's room if he can manage the stairs. ]

[goldpeony]

[NO.

Very much like a cat, Jin Ling runs out of the kitchen and--stops for half a second to try to think about what the fuck he's really going to do when he can't see anything.

He veers to the side and runs for the nearest blob of a wall, the conservatory.]

[kazokun]

[ Good thing the doors are all open, but is Jin Ling going to be able to make it through the door or is he going to bang into the door frame or into the wall itself--

Ayabe should probably just put a stop to this, but you can't reason with a cat, all you can do is corner them and then pick them up and relocate them. ]

[goldpeony]

[Shockingly, or either luckily, he makes it through the doors without running into anything. Probably because they're double and he has his arm stretched out in front of him to make sure he isn't running into anything chest and waist level.

Inside is a different story. Lots of vases in here, hehe.

Anyway, he runs into a wicker chair and skids it crooked, runs around it. Wait--this is the fucking conservatory, he realizes! THERE'S NO SECOND DOOR FUCK.]

[kazokun]

[ Jin Ling's safety aside, Ayabe has to choose between continuing to bully him and saving the vases, and he's forced to give into the latter. ]

I won't do anything to you, so don't run. It'll be dangerous if you run in here.

[goldpeony]

You're the one chasing me.

[He does stop, but when he turns around, he's not sure how Ayabe got so close to him. It's just--something there that's a blob of skin, white, and lots of dark hair? They're laughing, too. He yells in surprise and quickly backs up.

But it's right into a table with one of the vases, and he really Ouran Host Clubs it.]

[kazokun]

[ TUTORIAL MURDER IS JIN LING ]

Ling!

[ Ayabe rushes forward and grabs Jin Ling by the arm, yanking him to the side away from the broken vase and towards the door out of the conservatory. OUT!! Get out, you're banned from the conservatory. ]