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

[kazokun]

I scold them.

[ He looks them in the eyes and tells them he's disappointed in their behavior. ]

[gitalong]

Oh no! That's horrible!!!

[ scolding a little doggy has a different effect than scolding a teenager, probably ]

[kazokun]

Yep, it's horrible. It gets most of them to behave, usually.

[ Sometimes. Enough that they stop doing what they're doing, for a couple of days maybe. ]

[gitalong]

Do you chase them with brooms, too?!

[ the most srs punishment there is ]

[kazokun]

[ He look shook for a moment, before considering this. ]

Yeah, sometimes. If they're making a ruckus in the dorm and I have my broom with me, they're getting chased with the broom.

[ Very scary. Missile knows how it is. ]

[gitalong]

[ super scary!!! ]

Wow! You're really the boss of the dorms, aren't you? And the school too! You're so talented, Ayabe!

[kazokun]

Does it look like that?

[ He laughs, but it's not a happy laugh, because it's not that at all. Maybe he's the boss of the dorms, but definitely not the school— and in terms of talent he's only good with cooking and cleaning and wrangling children and none of that feels like it really matters. It's all normal work, things expected of him that nobody gives a second glance at. ]

Here, let me read the rest of these profiles to you so you know about everybody too.

[ He can just conspicuously skip his own, there's nothing important about the rest of it. ]