bluesclues | 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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Weapons can be improvised.

[ Maybe nothing as good as a sword, but there are other things than bare hands. There's already two or three others he has in mind who would definitely be on board to take down one of the staff, so maybe they would be able to throw the coup. ]

Something with a sharp edge, then. A stick won't have the same effect. I'm happy to make do.

[could they tape knives to a broom or something :thinking:

Asch is clearly thinking seriously about this now, rolling the strategies over in his head.

even though he's BLIND...]

Broken glass from a mirror, maybe.

[ It's fine, Ayabe is confident Asch can kill even if he's blind. If he swings around something sharp wildly enough, he'll catch something, eventually, and that's all you really need to do to hurt somebody. ]

Enough sharp edges driven into a beam of wood could work as a crude blunt force weapon with cutting damage.

[hmm]

And any length of wire can garrote someone easily enough.

[ Asch sure sounds like he knows what he's doing, while Ayabe's experience with improvised weapons boils down to nails in a baseball bat. ]

With how the place is lit, there must be electrical wire somewhere. Do you know how to use all this?

Yes.

[there's a certain chill certainty behind the singular word.]

[ ...cool. alright. ]

That's settled then. We can start planning for something like that, if we aren't let out soon.

[he nods, eyeing Ayabe up.]

And yourself?

I'm no stranger to fighting, armed or unarmed.

[ Not that his fists can do anything against a sword or anything like that, but coming from a SOL manga, he's not entirely useless ]

Good.

Do you have a preferred weapon?

...A pole.

[ Just a long stick, nothing sharp and stabby. Very easy to improvise around here, though, so maybe simplicity is best. ]

I could work with those pool cues, but they'd probably snap.

[ Ten pool cues taped together, maybe. ]

Do you need something sturdier? Maybe you could pry one of the chairs or tables apart.

They seem to bee made of good, solid wood.

I don't think I can pry one of the chairs or tables apart...

[ He's strong enough with a weapon but not to the extent that he can pry things apart with his bare hands, please ]

I can do it, if it comes to that.

[RIPPED TEEN CLUB]

There's a lot of items that can be used as makeshift weapons—but if I could locate one, I'd just want a sword.

[any sword, honestly.]

[ Fun!! Smash up a table for him and make sure it has plenty of splinters at the end. ]

The closest thing we have are those fake toy knives. This place looks modern... ish. I wonder if there would even be swords.

[ We're in the gun age, swords are now obsolete. ]

[CAN DO AYABE]

I can't help but wonder if those toys secretly do something.

I'm tempted to test it on myself.

You mean test it out yourself. Not on yourself.

[ It's plastic, it's not going to magically turn into metal when touching human flesh?? maybe??? ]

If it transforms into some kind of flesh-rending dagger, I don't want to find out on someone else's body.

[strangely....... benevolent........]

It's just a cut. They heal.

Does it have to be anybody's body?

[ Why must the trigger be human flesh!!!! he already hates this ]

I could try it on some meat, but I have a suspicion it wouldn't work.

This place is a torture house, after all.

A stupid idea, but fine. It should just be harmless plastic, anyways. Do you still have your knife?

[ Otherwise he still does, for some godforsaken reason. It shouldn't matter, it'll just be plastic, he tells himself. ]

Not on me, but I can get it. Unless you have it.

The candles, too. I'm sure they do something when lit—hallucinogens, or something like that.

[just makes sense really!!!!! probably kills everyone in the room!!!!!!]

No, I don't have it on me either. They're up in my room. ...Do you really want to test all this out now?

[ While blind? ]

...There's no rush.

[translation: ok yeah good point.]

But I do want to figure it out.

Same. Whenever this gets better...

[ He rubs a hand over his ear that maybe Asch can't see, and also they never get better because it's like a week later now and now Asch is unconscious and can't stab himself for science. ]

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