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

[survivaltricks]

[a thoughtful hum. . .]

[and Akira picks up the middle drink without further question]

A little gambling never hurt anyone.

[if it's alcoholic he's going to have a tough time downing it since he has NEVER REALLY DRANK BEFORE IN HIS LIFE]

[seasiren]

[AKIRA--

Well uh sorry sir, that middle one absolutely has alcohol in it. It's the one on the left that's a virgin drink, and Michiru just smiles demurely while waiting for the reaction.

If nothing else, it's not obnoxiously spiked! You think a lady as high-brow as Michiru presents is gonna drink cheap booze? Perish the thought.

... But yeah it's still alcohol, RIP]

[survivaltricks]

[IT'S STILL ALCOHOL, RIP]

[which means when Akira takes a sip it's going to burn on the way down, and he's going to let out a surprised choking noise as he swallows. a noise that quickly turns into a series of coughs]

[LIGHTWEIGHT]

[seasiren]

[Glorious.

She just. Starts to chuckle quietly, all while casually sipping the drink she has in her hand.]

Ah, to be young and brash, hm?

[Binch you're like maybe a year older than him, stfu--]