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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[getdrekt]

[Well.

Despite all their initial shenanigans, this is honestly working out.

Hm.

Asch dries in silence as the dishes get passed over, and even manages to arrange them size-wise with barely a fumble. By the time they're done, you wouldn't know one of them was blind.

As it becomes clear they're finished (tap off, sound of final dish), Asch nods to the pile. He'd never admit to needing a hand, so.......]

I don't know where you took those from. You'll have to put them away.

[The perfect cover. Or rather, a clear sign he's not so headstrong as to insist on putting them away, too. Wouldn't wanna break one.]

[kazokun]

[ teamwork \o/ ]

Yeah, I'll take care of it.

[ Plates go up on the shelves above the sink, and the utensils go into the drawer on the side, which he makes sure clink together loudly enough that Asch can figure out where they are in case he needs something for those leftovers still hanging out on the counter. It should be cool enough to stick into the fridge now. ]

Thanks for sticking around. I'm going back to my room to lotion my hands...

[ Dry hands after doing the dishes is the worst, can't let that happen. ]

[getdrekt]

[By thee time Ayabe wraps up, the leftovers are already in the fridge. That's fuckin' teamwork, my man.]

...Lotion?

[kazokun]

Do you not use lotion?

[ Does Asch not know what lotion is, does nobody in this place know self-care ]

[getdrekt]

What self-respecting man uses lotion.

[deadpan.]

[kazokun]

What self-respecting man doesn't? Especially in the winter, using soap will dry out your hands and they will crack and bleed.

[ take care of yourself, oh my god, he does not want to start policing people into using lotion ]

[getdrekt]

I've never heard of such a thing.

[his hands are super callused and that's the only time they've cracked or bled!!!]

Hands heal. You don't need anything else.

[kazokun]

[ He doesn't know what lotion is oh my god

...

That's fine. Ayabe tells himself that it's fine and to stop worrying about it because it's not like Asch's skin is going to slough off his hands just because he doesn't believe in lotion, he'll be fine. ]

Never mind. It helps with discomfort but you won't die from dry hands.

[getdrekt]

[oh my god this drama queen

what a dumb statement]

No one has ever died from... dry hands.

What are you, a court lady? You don't need anything.

[kazokun]

[ One week Asch will be dead and he will have soft, moisturized hands and everybody will know who killed him. ]

I said never mind. I'd just like people to take care of themselves, but people are out here touching fire and eating roaches and it's not my problem.

[ He wants to stay out of it!!!! But it's hard when it's right in front of him. Things will be better once he's completely deaf and has that excuse to be oblivious. ]

[getdrekt]

Touching fire?

[wait stop]

Eating... what?

[kazokun]

[ tfw you can't tell when somebody didn't hear correctly or doesn't know what bugs are ]

Cockroaches. Insects. Bugs.

[getdrekt]

What?

[he's aghast.]

Why?

There's-- the kitchen is full of food!

[kazokun]

That's something you'll have to bring up to the one eating it, not me. Maybe you can talk some sense into Mammon.

[ There's all this food provided for everybody and Ayabe eats during designated meal times for convenience's sake, so there's really no excuse for anybody to be hungry enough to eat bugs. ]

[getdrekt]

Mammon? That money-obsessed thief?

[THAT'S EVEN MORE FUCKED UP]

Why would--[no. no. he does not care about this. it is so gross.

it does. explain things, though.]

--never mind. Explains the jar, at least.

[kazokun]

[ "I'm a demon" is Mammon's go-to answer for all things weird and Ayabe's also stopped questioning him about these things. But- ]

What jar? Has he been stealing from you?

[getdrekt]

No.

The jar of cockroaches in the fridge.

[kazokun]

[ Ohhhhhhhh my god, sorry, Asch, Ayabe's just lunging for the fridge so he can grab that jar and dump it in the trash and set the trashcan on fire or something. ]

The stir fry? He shouldn't leave it hear in a communal fridge--

[getdrekt]

[whoosh, there goes Ayabe, jumping into the fridge damn]

No, not the stirfry.

There's a jar of them.

[And quickly, before Ayabe opens it--]

They're alive.

[kazokun]

[ Ughhhhhhhh. At least he can see them, though they're probably all still because they've been in the cold all this time. It feels gross just holding the jar of them, when he can imagine them thawing in his hands and starting to wriggle around. Gross. ]

Do you think Mammon will cry if I threw these out. ...Do you think he'll dig them out of the trash?

[ He's blind; maybe he won't even notice. ]

[getdrekt]

If he's so enamoured with... ugh... eating them, then the idiot will probably find more, once he realizes they're gone.

[so gross]

Give it to the maids. Make them dispose of it.

[kazokun]

That's who he got them from.

[ They'll just give it back to him. ]

[getdrekt]

[WHAT THE FUCK

Even though he doesn't speak his expletives out loud, or voice his disgust, his face tells the story.]

We should slay them all where they stand.

[COCKROACHES FOR THE COCKROACH MAN!!!!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM!!!!!!!]

[kazokun]

The staff?! No!

[ Unless he meant the cockroaches, they should slay the cockroaches but the staff is still... you know. People (will have to confirm) ]

[getdrekt]

[Of course he meant? The staff?????]

No? What a surprise.

They certainly have a lot of fans for people who actively praise and follow our kidnapper.

Then how do you suggest we dispose of them? [the cockroaches, not the staff. but feel free misunderstand.]