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

[allfornone]

[The cutest and the best pawprint notebooks. He's getting kind of attached, and might have a mountain of them from Plum or something.]

Whoever is running it...?

[He doesn't seem like he's used to people running his weird supernatural mystery houses!! At least, not in this fashion. So he blink-blinks a bit through her explanation but then makes a thoughtful noise of acknowledgment.]

So it's like that -- being able to trap people in a different dimension and then warping that dimension with a certain type of ability. That might be an easier way to look at this than just the shape of the house? If space-time is completely different, that's totally crazy, but it's kind of like...

Part of me really wanted to think all the people saying they're not from Earth are kind of out there, but I'm also pretty sure they're not.

[disreguarded]

I'm not from Earth. [ She points out. ] We're all from a bunch of different places with different types of rules. Some places have magic. Some don't. None of you guys have tieflings in your worlds.

Whatever's running this definitely has some sort of dimension warping thing. This might be a different plane of existence, even. Y'know, like where all the shit from bags of holding goes.

[allfornone]

Aha, that would explain some of the cultural differences -- I thought maybe you were just American. I am from Earth, but there are a lot of differences even there. We definitely don't have tieflings, but we do have the Logos World, which is pretty close to what you're calling a different plane of existence. Space-time and all.

[He doesn't really know bags of holding, OK, he's not quite that strain of nerd. But he can kind of make a guess at it??? Hmm. Places where things slip through the cracks...]

I don't know if that's reassuring or not when it comes to our shadows, really.