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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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MONDAY, 12PM
"The house, of course, fit my needs perfectly. Though I could hear hinges creak in rooms that lacked doors and strange sounds seemed to echo in the halls, I knew such were the perils of its older roots. Even the slightest breeze outside could make candlelight flicker despite the air seeming still. I worried not. How could I? There was no turning back. Every day seemed better than the last as I prepared the house at my leisure. The cleaning took some time, and I grew accustomed to the strange noises and shadows that came in the night. It was knowing that I could not trust my senses during these times that allowed me to disregard them. I walked to my chambers one such night as the wind howled in such a manner as to cause the entire house to shake. Foundations, I feared, would need to be strengthened. There was no light as I ambled on save for the flicker of the lit candle in my grasp. I missed the stars of my home.
The mirror in my chambers reflected me, as it always did. The shadows cast by my light seemed to exaggerate my features. My eyes did not glow so, nor were they so sunken. I let out a yawn and paused as I stared at myself. My reflection smiled at me. No, my teeth were not that sharp. Still, I smiled back. It was only polite.
The light of my candle went out."
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[ Isaac kept to himself on Sunday, staying out of public areas as much as possible and trying to avoid most people. Come Monday morning, though, and he can no longer avoid being seen. Should you run into him early in the week, you'll notice ... something about him.
Which is that someone apparently kicked the shit out of him. There's a large, painful looking bruise on his head just beside his temple. Both his hands are a complete mess, the knuckles of both black and blue. Most noticeably, his right arm is in a sling. A beautiful, fancy, purple sling. How lovely!
He doesn't really want to talk about it, but you can sure ask! ]
exploring.
[ On Monday, and on other days throughout the week, you can find him in the library, continuing to search for answers. He'll also be seen in the conservatory, checking out the locked door ... or just smelling the flowers bUT YOU WON'T CATCH HIM ADMITTING HE THINKS THEY SMELL LOVELY!! On Monday only, past noon, he'll be in the study muttering to himself and taking copious notes. ]
Eyes didn't glow... wait, no, they did? And they were sunken... sharp teeth... rrgh!
[ It's hard transcribing from memory.
To be honest, though, he doesn't get much moving around done, because unless he leans on a wall as he walks, he keeps tripping on nothing and eating shit on the floor. Which definitely isn't exacerbating his injuries at all. It's like he's lost his sense of balance. Weird! Sorry about when he falls flat on his face in front of you. Or directly into you. ]
everywhere, all week.
[ You can also, at various points, just find him lying on the goddamn floor wherever the hell staring up at the ceiling like it personally slighted him. This is just his life now.
Approach and he'll just kind of lift a hand without looking at you and go: ]
Sup.
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[ Ayabe starts off the week with two sets of bruises on his face and a faint smudge of blue ink on his cheek he's having trouble scrubbing off. It sure was a weekend. He's tired and looks even more so while he listens to the announcement playing overhead. SO TIRED. ]
What... was that? A story?
[ Some sort of weird horror story isn't what he was expecting, and for a moment he thought maybe it was somebody narrating their journal and somehow had it broadcast on accident, how embarrassing. ]
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[ I never did a profile reaction toplevel so I'm doing it now, Ayabe just never read any of this until Monday, it's okay. He lingers around the three staff profiles, mostly, because they're the more important people to know in this place, but does a —what's meant to be a quick scan of the others, but, you know. Thief. Drug dealer. Assassin. SENSELESS SLAUGHTER jfc. ]
Ha ha. Funny.
[ For better or for worse, he doesn't believe any of it. ]
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[ ??? if you want to catch him anywhere, your best bet is the conservatory, writing in a notebook at one of the tables, or his room upstairs just sort of deadeyeing the ceiling. But past Wednesday, if you call out to him, he'll completely ignore you. He's going to lose his hearing gradually at first but then be completely deaf by Wednesday, which is fine because then he can just sit there and close his eyes and pretend everything is just fine.
In the meantime, imagine him just speaking increasingly loudly to make up for it, like an old person, until he realizes what's going on and he'll shut up. ]
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[Happy Monday! Nikki is out and about, wandering the house as she thinks over that strange announcement from before. Strange - but even stranger is how her attention focuses suddenly on something down the hall that you can't see. She picks up the pace a little to try and get a closer look, and her hand hits the wall, but she doesn't seem to notice -
And then stops, frowning.]
...I'd never wear something that clashed so horribly... my mind must be playing tricks on me.
tuesday;
[Another day, another outfit. Tuesday finds her in the conservatory, taking stock of the flowers in the vases and pausing every so often to breathe in their scents.
"Stop and smell the roses" is a saying for a reason, or something. She's even holding a rose that she's managed to take out of the vase! If nothing else, it's at least a little relaxing, and the rest of this situation is anything but.
She'll take small victories where she can get them.]
wednesday - cw: self harm/burning;
[If you give Nikki a wardrobe full of fancy clothes in her size, she will wear them. Wednesday finds Nikki at one of the candeholders, reaching for one to pick it up - apparently she needs some extra light for... something?
But she pauses as her hand nears the candle. Something seems to be occurring to her, and a moment later she shifts her sleeve further up her arm and puts a fingertip directly into the candle flame.
She doesn't bat so much as an eyelash, watching the fire on her skin, and pulls it out a few moments later. Her finger is a little red, now, and she frowns at the sight of it, but doesn't seem to be in pain.]
...well, that's odd.
wildcard;
[Want something else? Hit me with whatever, or hit me up at britt#1723 or
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[Today, if you're walking down the hall or in any public area, you might catch a certain redhead walking straight into a variety of objects. Oops! A table in the dining room, a bookshelf in the library, or he might even walk straight into you. If he does:]
Oh, shit - are you okay? I'm sorry, I don't know what's up with me today...
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[About halfway through the morning, he's had a chance to check out the new placard. He glances towards the nearest clock to see how long it'll be until lunch is going to be served, and pauses. It probably shouldn't be taking him this long to determine what the clock says? And yet, here he is, still squinting at it.
After a good few seconds of staring, he looks towards whoever's closest with a frown.]
...What does that say?
[Did he lose his ability to tell time, too? Haha, weird.]
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[If none of these prompts work for you or if you'd like a PC, hit me up on discord or at
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HELP! Help me, I'm under attack-- please, let me go!!
[If you come to check this out, you'll find the door unlocked if you try it? Turns out a couple rich guys are bad at security, damn. Nie Huaisang also hasn't been seen outside their room at all today prior to this.]
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[ the one room ash hasn't gone in is the study because who needs to study amirite? not the literal student, that's for sure. but he's looking for something to do, and the study is somewhere new so. here he is.
immediately zeroing in on the desk and the drawers that are so very suspiciously locked. if you wander in you'll probably catch him mid drawer rattle. the longer his attempts to get into the drawers have going on, the angrier the rattling is -- in fact the paperweights on the desk? seem to be rattling as well?
eventually, after one particularly angry shake, a couple of them roll onto the floor with various thuds and bangs. one of them even lands right on ash's foot, but he doesn't seem to react to it? weird. ]
Is there any damn thing in this place that isn't locked??
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[ enter the kitchen sometime between lunch and dinner, outside of the normal food hours, and you might smell something good.
choosing to ignore the logic that having no sense of touch could actually be an issue when picking up pans or cutting stuff with a knife, ash is cooking. there are two frying pans on the burners, and two pots that are bubbling away. ]
If you're hungry sit down. I've overjudged half this stuff anyway, there's gonna be extras.
[ luckily it doesn't look like he's bleeding into anything, but there is an intense look of concentration on his face as he cracks a couple of eggs into one of the pans -- like he's really having to check to make sure he actually grabbed the eggs in the first place. ]
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[ welcome to lounge. there's not much to see here, other than ash literally just. lying there in the middle of the room, looking slowly more annoyed at the ever-present jazz music coming from wherever the heck it's coming from.
there's definitely a glass of something next to him. and the liquor cabinet looks pretty raided -- doors open, some bottles (still full) discarded on the side, and a couple on the ground not too far from him. nothing to see here. ]
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[ in the beginning ken had avoided eating food but there is only so long a boy can not eat! plus after meeting the care takers he is less wary about the food so when breakfast rolls around he'll have a modest portion of pancakes (see a at least three stacked high) on his plate that's absolutely drowning in syrup. ]
I don't get it.
[ he'll pop a slice of the drenched pancake into his mouth (gross) and eat the whole thing without making a single reaction about how absolutely positively saccharine it must taste. ]
How does it still taste like nothing?
[ frowning intensifies. ]
elsewhere—
[ depressing meals aside! ken will frequent the library as well as the billiards room rummaging through the books and practicing shots with Great Determination respectively.
maybe he'll almost be reaching for a book not best for children (up for you to decide what that may be) or maybe you've accidentally caught ken hitting the cue ball a bit too hard and having one of the other billiard balls come flying at you as a result.
or maybe it's neither of those unfortunate things and you just see him minding his own business like a well-behaved kid waiting for their parent to come pick them up. (HAH) ]
the rest of the week.
[ wildcard me! you can hmu on disco @ fruitpop#3649 or plurk @
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[so Akira felt guilty for stealing the coffee maker and returned it on Monday morning. HOORAY. but he's also hanging around the kitchen post-breakfast, brewing himself a cup of coffee. the kitchen smells delicious with the fresh aromas of brewed coffee beans!!]
[aaaaand yet, Akira is frowning at his mug of coffee with a slight pout and furrowed brows. if you enter the kitchen, he'll probably look up at you and hold out the mug]
Can you taste this for me?
b. throughout the week - various (the wildcard prompt)
[other than that, Akira can be found roaming the mansion throughout the week! he seems to like the lounge (he spends a lot of time there rifling through the drink cabinet but not actually drinking) and the billiards room (he plays a lot of pool), so. hit him up whenever and wherever!]
[and if you'd like a PC feel free to hit me up at kaitou#7211, I am 100% open!]
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[This is just going to occur throughout the week I'm so sorry.
Usually, Subete is a pretty punctual guy; and he's spent the first days popping up in the kitchen during mealtimes, for the most part -- though you've probably seen him slinking in for snack time now and again. There better be trashy snacks in these kitchens, I'm just saying. Someone has a snack tooth. That being said, starting Monday you'll just find him in the kitchen at the most random occasions. Reading a book. Brushing his teeth. Walking around with a whole-ass outfit on a hanger. Holding a pool cue I don't know, for some reason he's just here and when he's not here or after he leaves -- sometimes you'll find weird shit has been left in the fridge. A library book. A blank notebook. A literal fountain pen or a potted... plant...? What is he doing. Help.
Other places you can find him include! The conservatory, where he probably pops up in between two plants like he somehow grew there; the library, where you'll find him... on top of a bookshelf like a stranded cat, though he doesn't look completely stranded -- just a little ruffled and confused and holding a book and maybe a mug of coffee and looking around and blinking... Or you might even find him in the women's restroom somehow (I'm sorry) or if you're the type who doesn't lock your door, he might wander into your room despite not being a roommate whatsoever. Or pop up in your closet. That could happen too.
Did he lose the sense of being able to read literally anything. Only time will tell.]
II. There's Some Sense in the Lost & Found (STILL EVERYWHERE)
[So like, as long as he hasn't popped up someplace where he's immediately going to get screamed at, chased out or bitchslapped (so probably the kitchen, the conservatory or the library canopy....... but seriously how did he get up there), Subete will sort of straighten himself and his outfit (usually something of this nature with a softly patterned tie or occasionally something like this, looks like night colors is the theme this week) a touch sheepishly and try to rally.
He's still got that absurd little notebook that he was using, which he'll pull out of either nowhere or the fridge depending upon circumstance (I promise he is not storing his things in your closet, probably), and a pretty damn fancy pen tucked behind his ear for most occasions. A gentle tap or two, ahem, and then it's back to the business of being nosy.
There's a lot to unpack here, after all.]
Sorry if I startled you. I'm kind of startling myself these days, I don't know if it's the house or what, but... You wouldn't happen to have started seeing things? Or just, started forgetting things, or something.
[If he seems a lot more haphazard about everything, it's probably due to this just being the kind of week he's having. That and possible progressive amnesia is a lovely present for the new... week...?]
III. Sense & Sensational (WILDCARD)
[If you've got any ideas or if there's anything you're hankering to do, feel free to yeet all the things at me!! You can hit me up at FFFyre[#]4083 or
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[Well, this is certainly inconvenient, isn't it?
She could have lost her sense of taste, even her sense of touch, but instead the young woman glides through the mansion with a hand delicately ghosting along the walls, her eyes shut and a proper smile on her face. At anyone's approach, she will slow and cant her head, voice low and musical]
Good afternoon. Would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the kitchen?
b. lounge
[How Michiru managed to find the lounge and also pour herself a drink is anyone's guess, but here she is, sitting daintily in one of the chairs with a drink in hand. Her eyes remain closed like before, though she seems far more relaxed and in her element than blindly wandering the halls.
Blame it on the alcohol. Maybe.]
Is someone there? [Relying on her hearing, she will turn her head at whoever passes by, and after a pause makes a gesture to a seat beside her]
Come, keep me company, won't you? It's quite lonely by myself.
[:) she doesn't bite]
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[Hit me up on ignitible#1659 or
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2. darkness falls (down the stairs mostly) [TUESDAY ONWARDS]
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[Mammon is...having a time. For one, he's not bouncing off the walls, starting betting rings from nothing. He's just. Standing here. In the middle of the ballroom. He's squinting at literally nothing at all, but the expression on his face is incredibly disgruntled.]
[If someone comes close, he just lets out an exasperated noise.]
Hey, you! If you don't mind, can you find the lights and turn 'em up! Like, seriously, it's way too dark in here!
[It's...............very bright and everything can easily be seen. What's up with that.]
[Later, you can probably find him bumping right into a doorframe and cursing his head off. THINGS ARE GREAT. Please feel free to laugh at him.]
b: can you all believe niji wanted mammon to vore asch
[Mammon is in a MUCH better mood later though, even though he's still having whatever weird problem he has. In his hands is a small cardboard box, and you might catch him standing in one place, glancing around like he's dropped a contact lens or something.]
Hey! Hey, don't move, I think I dropped it. [What is he looking for. Wait....is that a cockroach by your foot? Mammon squats down, patting along the floor until his hand touches the insect. He grins like the cat that ate the canary.] -There we go!
[And he just.]
[Grabs the cockroach and pops it into his mouth.]
[And chews.]
[He looks really happy.]
Haha, that really hits the spot!
[I'm so sorry.]
c: wildcard
[Please shame Mammon for eating bugs even though demons are Like This. I'm up for anything with him, including pcs!! GIVE ME ALL THE DUMB PROMPTS AND PCS. plurk me @ vampirize or discord me at crystal#4450!!]
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[ he remains disgruntled over his continuing to be here without answers, but at least there's now some semblance of direction being given. ]
See here. "You are responsible for your own messes." Even a kidnapper has to reprimand you for your unseemly behaviors.
[ he may be talking to you in particular (you know who you are) or just generally - either way, he sounds somewhat smug about this development. ]
2. conservatory.
[ the lounge might be fixed, but considering present company (and the fact that there's alcohol in there, too), Stefano is not confident it's the best place for quiet contemplation. Instead, he's retired to the conservatory for the time being, a pen and the notebook he received in his gift bag on his lap. His thoughtless hosts have still failed to provide him with a camera, so he's left trying to express his frustration through other means. That, and relieve his boredom. He'd known he had it good in Union, but being here makes it painfully apparent just how good. This place is stifling.
Still. He tries to distract himself. He scribbles away in the notebook with his pen. If you're in the room, too, you might notice him staring at you - is he drawing you? Probably! However, the stare is going on just a little bit too long to be comfortable... almost like he's not aware how long he's been looking. ]
3. conservatory (b)
[ alternatively, Stefano is not drawing you - and whatever he was drawing before has been inelegantly covered up by a big, angry black scribble. The dapper-looking man leans back with a dramatic sigh before carelessly tossing the pen back over his shoulder beyond the chair he's sitting in. ]
Worthless. Utter garbage - not fit for a college dormitory, let alone my collection! This is ridiculous. Where is my damned camera?
[ he's growling to himself, angrier and angrier as he goes on, until he stands up with a start. ]
d. wildcard!
[ ANYTHING!! i'm also super open to PCs! Stefano will be wandering around, trying to bother the NPCs, mostly! He also might hog the bathroom trying to make sure his hair looks ok / his eye isn't showing too much. Sorry. ]
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[Luna gets to have like .5 seconds to be blissfully unaware of what's going on, but that'll change soon enough.
She doesn't show up for breakfast in the morning, too busy being stuck up in her room on the chaise doing... who knows what. But she can be found later in the day either oddly distracted in the conservatory, staring at one of the shuttered windows like she might be sick, or searching the library in a minor frenzy, scanning book titles in search for something.]
Tuesday
[Luna isn't normally one to be seen at the meal for very long, quietly keeping to herself and barely touching the food. But when Tuesday rolls around, she's specifically sitting to one side of the table with her spiral notebook and a pen, simply watching as people file in to eat.
When enough people have arrived, she shakily stands up from her seat, dragging her chair back enough so that she can hoist herself on top of it and clap her hands together firmly, over and over and over until she has as many eyes on her as possible.]
E-excuse me! Please pay attention, everyone!
[If you are jeering in response to this she is 100% ignoring you, apparently, because she continues, her voice steady if not a little hard to take seriously with how fluttery and nervous she sounds on a regular basis.]
I-It's come to my attention over the last 24 hours that several people have reported some noticeable changes in how their body is working. I'm hearing some mixed symptoms, so I would like to see if there is a pattern.
I would appreciate it if anyone would please let me know of anything unusual you are noticing, so I can make a record of it. I can give a medical opinion, if desired, o-or if you would rather I meet with you privately, then I can offer that as well. Just please, um... come speak with me about it, okay?? Or... just leave me a slip of paper with your name and a good place to find you later. W-whatever is most comfortable.
Um.
T-thank you...
[And then she's just... gonna awkwardly climb off the chair and push it back where it belongs and oh look at the time it is time to BE REALLY EMBARRASSED ABOUT MAKING A SCENE AT THE TABLE. /// She will promptly be leaving even if people are calling for her from the table. Weird. What an unprofessional person.
If you WEREN'T at lunch... well, for starters, shame on you, but Luna will be specifically keeping an eye out for people who she didn't see in the dining room. Or maybe you were at that awkward little announcement and happen to see her before she sees you. She's... not very good at noticing people, it looks like. Maybe she's just being jumpy? This seems to get worse the later the week goes on, so don't be surprised if a touch on the shoulder earns an immediate yelp.]
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[If your character would rather speak to Luna in private for whatever reason, just respond below handing her off a slip or whatever else, and I will make a PC on my end!
Otherwise, if you would like another option, go nuts. She can be found pretty much anywhere, save for the kitchen.]
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[ Catch Beau just - straight up punching thin air? She looks like she was trying to hit something, and when her momentum carries her a few feet forward, she looks mighty confused. She might also catch you with her hands because she didn't see you there. Oops. ]
What the fuck are - oh, shit, sorry!
II. WEDNESDAY
[ Walking down the hallway at around four in the afternoon, you might spot a trail of blood. Not a lot, but little splatters here and there. It leads all the way to the billiards room, where Beau is chilling on one of the couches with a book and a bottle of booze. She's flopped out on her back, legs dangling over the arm of the chair, and she doesn't seem to notice that her foot is bleeding. Not severely, but also not insignificantly. It looks like maybe she walked on glass, judging by the bits of it embedded in her foot. Hm. ]
III. ALL WEEK
[ So - look, writing is hard when your fingers are numb, but she sure is trying. She keeps getting frustrated with it, scribbling into one of the notebooks. What is she writing? You'll never know, because if you come try to look over her shoulder, she pulls it to her chest and scowls up at you. ]
Hey, do you mind?
(OR HIT ME UP FOR ANYTHING i'm down for pcs or wildcard options, or if you wanna talk, hit me up at knifedad on plurk or fluorescentness#1929 on disco!)
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[Chuuya lucked out in that his sight isn't degrading quite that fast. It's going, but he's still capable of seeing and reading with a bit of effort. He's a squinty-eyed prick for most of Monday and Tuesday, getting far too close to people for conversations with them.
Interestingly, he's actually looking around the library on these days. He's trying to find something entertaining to read and he seems to have wandered into the section on instruments. He seems to be studying an informational text on how various string instruments are played and maintained. Probably an unusual choice for a teenager, but given his focus on the chapter about guitars, maybe not so much.]
2 - Wednesday/Thursday
[Later in the week his sight is mostly gone. It's all just to blurry to see anything. Light differences he can pick up, as well as vague movements. But actual details, even something like a person's face or general body shape? That's too much, even up close. It's left him feeling both bored and more than a little worried. Nothing like this has ever happened to him before. Just what is going on?
Those thoughts plague Chuuya as he lays on the floor of the ballroom, staring up at one of the chandeliers. The light refracting off of the glass produces some interesting contrast with the shadows above the chandelier itself, which is about the extent of what he can see. Fortunately his hearing is as strong as ever, and he speaks up when he hears someone walking close.]
Walk around a little bit without talking, I wanna try something.
[Yes, he's trying to figure out who people are by their footsteps alone. He figures everything will be dark eventually, so he wants to be prepared for that.]
3 - Wildcard
[Got something else in mind? Write a starter or contact me at
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[ Hey, so remember when this girl was being a bit of a space case on the first night? Yeah. She's doing it again, off and on, where she'll enter a room only to still and stare into nothing for a while.
Then frown. ]
... Inconvenient. Need to reindex, maybe, but that broadcast...
b. anytime, getting worse the later in the week
[ Was she always so clumsy, or is she just getting hit by the same sudden sensory issues everyone else is? Because now and again she'll misjudge distances, stumble into things by accident, maybe even knock something over like that, usually on her left side. You know how much she weighs.
Eventually she starts subtly giving things a larger berth. You know, just in case. ]
c. wildcard
[ this is late in the week but i'm still open to pcs whether current or backdated a few days, feel free to hit me up via either pp at ellipsesinaction or discord dm at Unidentify#1562! or just yeet your own prompt into the empty space. she tends to hang around the conservatory, study, and library, but can be found in other places! ]
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[On Friday morning at 7am, all will awaken from their sudden sleep. The doors will unlock, and as everyone begins to file out into the hall a crackle of a radio appears overhead as three girls' voices speak in unison.]
"This is a true story. It happened to a friend of a friend of mine.
One night, they were out camping with their partner, enjoying a nice time together. Isolated from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, everything around them was peaceful and quiet. The gentle sounds of nature had begun to lull them to sleep when suddenly something caught their attention. At first, they thought they were imagining it, but soon their ears picked up on a sound. A small, scratching noise.
Skrrsshht.
It was close; perhaps too close. It seemed to come from just outside of their tent, like someone--or something trying to break into their tent. They looked around in the darkness, aware that their partner was asleep and that the noise wasn't coming from them. Overcome with the need to protect their partner, they took a deep breath and opened the tent to look outside.
They only saw darkness at first. But with the tent open now, the sound was much louder. The scratches were drawn out and sharper, and a white glint flashed against the pitch black. They struggled to see but they turned just in time to see something on the side of the tent. A shadow. Realizing it had been seen, the shadow darted away, glittering eyes flashing in the night as it carried something away in its teeth. Determined to scare it off for good, they gave chase and ran further and further from the safety of their tent. The darkness was overwhelming and the forest was thick with turns and obstacles...it was the perfect trap for the shadow to lure them through and cause them to trip. As they lay on the forest floor, dazed and confused, they felt the shadow loom over them as it began to drag them through the forest...
...and that's the last we ever heard of them. Who were they? Ah. I think their name was--"
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