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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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Also, I'm hungry.
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[ARGUABLY he was but anyway get out!!!]
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[ but he's rifling around in the kitchen.. ]
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[he repeats it, but louder!!!!]
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[ he did hear that but he's just being a fuckin asshole now. ]
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he pushes past Phoenix, holding on to a container of... hummus? yeah, he's just taking whatever the fuck this is and praying it's food.]
Do what you want!
[Apparently, he's also grabbed some bread? So that meal probably won't suck.]
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[ this is very fun for him. ]
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tucks half in the bag he took it from (brown paper)
and throws it at the direction of Phoenix's voice.]
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Thanks. Can you get me some ingredients, too?
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CATCH IT??????
UGH!!!!!!!]
Make your own meal, you pathetic excuse of a man!
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[ asch is so fun to mess with. ]
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Call one of those obnoxious animal girls!
[GO AWAY!!!!!]
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[the urge to throw something else at him is incredibly strong. eventually, he'll hit him, right>]
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[ maybe. ]