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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Comments

[photorealism]

[ huh. Stefano pauses in his motions, staring at Ayabe. Well, it'd be foolish to say no - someone other than him might have more luck, all things considered. ]

If they listen to you, you will have my gratitude.

[kazokun]

[ It would be so funny if they gave Ayabe a camera and he waves it in Stefano's face going "haha it's mine, you can't have it" BUT UNFORTUNATELY he would give it to Stefano. ]

I'll ask the next time I see them. What would you take pictures of? The building? The people?

[photorealism]

[ THAT'S RIGHT HE WOULD!! ]

The people, of course. There's no greater subject matter than a human being - a simple fact.

[kazokun]

[ He thinks back at he sort of pictures he takes-- photos of his family, mostly, his youngest sister, his brothers in school plays-- and he can agree. He doesn't focus on artistry, though, just scrapbooking his siblings growing up. ]

Mm. If you haven't yet, you should speak with Michiru. She draws portraits, and can capture people's likeness very well.

[ He would show Stefano the picture of Jin Ling surfing on a sword in the ocean, but that doesn't exist until a couple of IC days later. ]

[photorealism]

[ that is very sad but probably for the best. ]

A fellow artist? How interesting. I hadn't considered the possibility of competition...

[ maybe it will be good? He'll come out on top, of course. ]

[kazokun]

What? No, not as competition. How would you complete?

[ Who can draw a better version of surfing Jin Ling? Just be friends, Stefano, lord knows she'll need one after this weekend. ]

[photorealism]

Simple boy. Merely creating in the same space would pit us against each other - especially with such a small number of people. That is the way things work.

[kazokun]

No, that is not. We can have two good artists here. ...Three. I think Nie Huaisang paints.

[ He's not even counting himself and the competition keeps rising. ]

[photorealism]

Three?

[ a small gasp. ]

That is too many.

[kazokun]

Don't people like talking to those who share the same interests? I thought you'd be happier knowing there's others who like art, something to get your mind off photography for a while.

[ "too many" like he plans to cull the competition, jfc ]

[photorealism]

[ he doesn't want to share the spotlight... everyone needs to look at his art only, damn it! just imagining people choosing to look at some teenager's scribbles and not his photos makes his skin crawl...

Stefano gives a small, derisive scoff. ]

Get my mind off of it? That's simply not possible for me. Art is my entire life. Since I lost my eye, I have thought of little else. My mind is full of ideas, every moment...

[kazokun]

[ He's going to have to work hard to top surfing Jin Ling

Ayabe opens up his notebook, flipping well into the last few pages of the book before sliding it over to Stefano, with his pen back. ]

I'd like to see.