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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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[. . . who is sort of stumbling forward with Akechi's shove, and is bent over slightly with one hand pressed against his back as he visibly winces in pain. HE LOOKS-- well. . . there's a mixture of expressions on his features right now. irritation at Akechi, the pain that he's not doing a good job of hiding, a pool table pocket-shaped indention pressed into his cheek. . . wait that last one isn't an expression]
[but the most prominent emotion is a sort of cold fury, one that just gets colder as he watches the three girls take Haruka's body away. his free hand is clenched so tightly at his side his knuckles are white]
Would you cut that out?! [to Akechi, and then hissed to himself] Fuck.
What the hell happened-- ?!
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... In a very flat, very weary tone of voice:]
Reply hazy, try again.
[What do you think happened, Akira????]
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[he manages to straighten a bit, gaze trailing after the three girls until they vanish, then falling across the crowd that has gathered nearby]
Damn it. . .
[less of an outwardly furious reaction, but he still sounds Extremely Unhappy]
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So, he'll just squint at the pair of them for a moment instead. ]
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[Akira isn't noticing the squinting, but that's probably because he is too annoyed-slash-in-pain-slash-angry to pay attention to anything else at the moment]
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so later maybe ]
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[fair]