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

[seasiren]

But of course, multiple times.

[What Paris has anything to do with anything, however, Michiru can only guess. The fact that their guest still hasn't spoken at all has long since passed the point of rudeness, and Haruka did call him a "mime", which likely means--]

Ah, he's been rendered speechless, has he?

[Very obviously a "he" because... well, Haruka is not a subtle woman. Michiru's lips split into a grin]

What a shame. Shall I trace my answers onto his arm instead?

[commitaphobe]

Let's go sometime. I haven't been in awhile– I know some pretty places and pretty faces around the city.

[ She's smiling warmly at Michiru, ignoring their guest for a moment– and also ignoring the fact that they're trapped in some weird house.

That smile falters at that comment though. Haruka frowns and looks at his book. ]

He says he doesn't want to talk to you.

[ Yeah she's definitely not letting these two talk.

Makes her annoyed, for some reason (some reason that she refuses to address). ]

Nothing as important as my hearing
I guess this place was nice to me, I only lost my sense of smell
Lucky ☆
You should be careful
A place like this can get pretty dangerous when you're not at 100%

[kazokun]

[ Ayabe glances between the two as they silently talk, but they're smiling so it must be good things and still doesn't involve him, so his eyes go back to the notebook at hand. ]

Losing your sense of smell is still inconvenient.
From what I've seen, the most dangerous thing about this place is the people.
I don't intend to get involved in any more fights around here.