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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[shortforever]

[Normally Chuuya doesn't really care what other people do around him, so long as it doesn't directly involve him. Part of living in the slums was minding your own business and not giving anyone the time of day. And really, he's been doing that with most people here, especially since his eyesight has started going back.

But that stare. It takes Chuuya a bit to realize Stefano is even staring at him, but when he does he's actually a bit unnerved by it. Because it makes him feel like he's being studied and that is a big no-no for him.]

Hey. Take a picture, it'll last longer.

[He actually would be bothered by a picture too, but he's degraded to childish insults to cover up how bothered he is by the staring.]

[photorealism]

[ of all the responses he could have said, he chose that one... Stefano blinks once, as if shaken out of a stupor, then sneers, a hint of vitriol in his eyes. ]

If only I could.

[ WHERE IS HIS CAMERA ]

[shortforever]

[Chuuya can't quite see that vitriol, but he feels it in those words.]

What's so interesting about me anyway? I'm just a normal teenager.

[photorealism]

Almost nothing. You are a poor substitute for art material. But you are here.

[ he speaks in an annoyed tone, although perhaps not with Chuuya specifically; his eyes finally drop down to his paper again, scratching out some new detail. ]