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

pats

[slobjection]

Looks like you're making up for it.

[ so many pancakes. akechi will be triggered. ]

[hamaoned]

[ triggered from the amount of sugar on them... ]

I can't taste them though. Well, they don't taste like anything.

[slobjection]

[ that will trigger ken's diabetes. ]

Do you still feel fuller when you eat them?

[hamaoned]

[ time will tell... ]

I might; I haven't been able to eat much.

[ he's just been perplexed with how very little nothing can taste. and to demonstrate this, he'll pop another syrup drenched pancake slice into his mouth. how much sugar does one need to eat to feel full? a question i ask myself. ]

[slobjection]

Why not?

[ a growing boy needs a healthy appetite!! and 50 pancakes, i guess. ]

[hamaoned]

[ 50 pancakes is too much... ]

I didn't trust the food. [ because maybe food made you dumb. ] But Peach seems so nice, so I gave it a try, and it was good but now...

[ his voice trails off and well. look at his plate of syrup phoenix. ]

[slobjection]

... It's probably temporary.

[ at least he hopes so, god. ]