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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[getdrekt]

[the pasta was funny. with a scoop, he plucks out several more, and flings them one after another, smirking with amusement when they hit.]

Don't I know all I need to?

A blind idiot who can barely fight, crying or fleeing every time I see him.

[he stirs the sauce, and tastes it. it is delicious.]

What are you crawling in here for? Don't you go to the meals with everyone else?

[goldpeony]

[The first of the onslaught of noodles startles reflexively again, but he throws up his arm to shield himself for the ones that come after.]

Stop throwing food! Are you a child?! I do not cry or flee when I see you! [His arm jerks down and he puffs up.] I don't want to eat with everyone else.

I have food in here!

[getdrekt]

Hah.

[they had that in common, at least—why would he want to eat with anyone else?

he eats a noodle instead of throwing it.]

Where's your food.

[goldpeony]

[He does not trust Asch a single bit, so he keeps his arm up still in case.]

In the.... [He says it funny, like he's never said it much in his life even despite the accent.] ...fridge.

[getdrekt]

Go and get it, then.

[this dude has never fridged before coming here has he. I N T E R E S T I NG

and also monitoring his position, because hey, that's important.]

[goldpeony]

[He levels the kitchen with a skeptical but somewhat prideful “fight me” stare. And then he stubbornly sets off, moving slow with his hands just slightly out by his waist.

Okay. Looking for... a box... with handles on the front. No. No. A box with hands, feels cool... Tall. Aha! He clutches the handle a moment and then pulls, praying it’s the fridge.

Thankfully, cold air hits him. Now he has to find the plate of steamed dumplings inside.]

[getdrekt]

[Asch is WATCHING

uh but wait]

Don't touch that jar.

[it's sudden, commanding, and rude. why shouldn't Jingle Tingle touch that jar??? maybe it's Asch's. what a rude boy.]

[goldpeony]

[???

He pauses, but only for a second.] What jar? [Now he starts feeling for a jar!] I'm looking for the dumplings.

...What's in the jar?

[getdrekt]

[ARGH]

I said don't touch it!

[he's walking over, maybe take the jar and scram!!!]

[goldpeony]

[NO, he's touching it! He's wrapping his hand around the jar and trying to hold it.]

What's in it?! What are you hiding?!

[getdrekt]

Shut up! I'm not hiding anything—I'm trying to help you, idiot!

[He reaches out to snatch the jar back!!]

[goldpeony]

No one ever wants your help! You're the worst at helping people! You're obnoxious, and all you do is yell without explaining anything!

[This is so funny

considering

he and his uncle do the exact same thing.]

[getdrekt]

Why you obnoxious, overblown, child of a--

[he swipes for the jar again]

Give me it before you accidentally open it and get them everywhere, bastard!