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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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There's plenty I've never cooked before. But as long as I have a recipe, following it is simple. Even you can do it.
[ It's all step by step, all the ingredients are listed out with the proper measurements and it's supposed to be foolproof. ]
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[He looks thoughtful at that.]
Have you ever made a recipe book? There's tons of that kinda stuff on the market.
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[ Too much competition, Mammon. His cooking isn't anything special to people who already know how to cook. ]
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[too bad you impressed him, ayabe, rip]
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[ Who would buy a book on demon cuisine? The weirdos. ]
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[he is very into this VERY TERRIBLE idea]
Whaddya say?
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[ Supporting two parents into old age and spoiling five siblings and their 234085739023943 nieces and nephews once they all grow up... he's going to need a fortune, actually. ]
I guess it's not a bad way to pass the time, though. I come up with recipes and you... [ ... ] help.
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[Though, to most devils, it would be like a celebrity endorsing a walking piece of meat that cooks. Luckily Mammon doesn't think of humans in that way.]
What do you say? I'll help you get the cash in no time!
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The Devildom... [ Where devils live, supposedly. ] Sure, alright. You'll taste test my recipes to make sure they're good, and I'll write them down.
[ Easy enough for him, and he can sort of police what Mammon eats to make sure he's not resorting to bugs. ]