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Taran snickered. "I bet I'm even better than you at Clue," she told him. "Anyway, I think we should split up. I can stay hidden much easier when I don't have anyone tagging along with me."

“Because splitting up is always a great idea,” Jesse responded sarcastically. “Then again, this kind of seems like an every man for himself type of deal anyway. Unlike you, though, I work best in a group or pairs.”

Tori took a few deep breaths. "I'd prefer working in a group as well. Or at least pairs." She looked around the room. "Jesse, right? We could pair up if you want."

"Well, then go and work in a team," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm staying by myself." She leveled her steely silver eyes at the others. "And don't you guys follow me. I have experience with things like this, so I know what I'm doing."

“Oh okay, Ms.Lone Wolf, whatever,” Jesse responded with an eye roll of his own. He turned to Tori with a grin. “Sounds good to me, Tori, right? Pretty name.”

"Smooth talker," Taran said, snickering. "Tell me, do you ever try to talk normally if you want to get something?" She turned and started off, not looking behind her.

(I'm sorry! She's an asshole.)

[ 1:30 PM ]

For some odd reason, the door boy returned to the room, this time opening then immediately closing the door. As weird as it was, he came in with four cups of tea which smelled nice which suited the way everything else looked and felt within the mansion.
”Here’s to treat you all before anything” he mentioned, setting down a cup in front of everyone and standing beside the only door that led in and out of the room.

Tori smiled back at Jesse. "Thanks." Letting her mind wander, the smile disappeared from Tori's face. "Let's just hope we make it out of here."

"What is this supposed to be?" Taran asked easily. "Tea, or poison?" She didn't really trust strange substances.

”Earl gray, if that’s what you’re asking” the door boy answered as apparently that was all he was told. He didn’t serve much of a purpose nor was he any help to be perfectly honest. At least he helped arrange the guests’ belongings.

(hahah it’s fine, i love asshole characters)

Jesse ignored Taran’s response, facing Tori still. “You’ve got the Clue master on your team, we’ll totally make it out of here,” he said, a tiny bit of sincerity behind the last words. He glanced at the tea suspiciously. “I can’t tell if this is some kind of trick or just a mind game to make us think it’s some kind of trick.”

Amyr shrugged his shoulders. "Be it poisoned or not, I'll gladly drink it," he said, taking a sip of the supposed Earl Gray tea.

"Tea. I haven't had some in a long time." Taran picked up a cup, and held it, but didn't take a sip. She was suspiscious. Maybe she would drink it later. Her metal arm clicked and whirred quietly, and she shook it, so that it quieted again.

And true to the door boy’s words, it did taste, smell, and feel like Earl Gray tea. It didn’t seem like the tea was drugged neither. Yet, the cup’s design was little off. Namely, the fact that as soon as the liquid was consumed, the white cup changed to a yellow one. Perhaps it was only went the liquid decreased did the cups return to their normal colors. Amyr’s cup was yellow.

Tori pouted. "I'm probably better at Clue than you are." Her gaze shifted to the tea. "I guess I'll take my chances." She reached for the cup and sipped the tea.

When Tori sipped the tea, the cup, as some would have expected, changed color too. This time, to something like a scarlet red.

“Why does everyone think they’re better at Clue than me? If we survive this, we all need to play a game of Clue so you can see my mad skills,” Jesse joked, glancing at the tea again. He was the only one who hadn’t touched his cup. He shrugged. “Well, if I die, I die, I guess.” He took a sip of tea as well.

"That's not right." Taran watched the other cups, then shrugged. "The hell with it. I'm trying some anyway." She took a sip. It was okay, not enough sugar, in her opinion.

Tori looked over at Amyr's cup, and back at hers. "Mine's red, not yellow. That seems bad."

“Maybe it means you’re Miss Scarlet and he’s that yellow dude…Colonel Mustard, I think,” Jesse said, his mind whirring with possibilities as to why their cups were different colors. It had to signify something.

"Good grief. You really are addicted to that game, aren't you?" Taran asked, rolling her eyes at Jesse. "Or maybe they're just random colors that don't mean anything."

"I like Miss Scarlet anyways." Tori kept glancing uneasily around the room, waiting for something unexpected to happen. What might happen? Tori didn't know.

Jesse’s cup turned an emerald green while Taran’s turned a dark blue. That seems to be the only thing the door boy wanted as when everyone took a sip, he bowed.
”Please wait patiently for the chime of the grandfather clock” he mentioned, walking out of the room and… locking it from the outside. There was no way to unlock it from the inside so the four were unquestionably trapped… or were they though?

There were some things in the room they were that were quite worth looking at, whether it be the painting of sunflowers on the wall, the torn wallpaper in the corner, the Knight statue by the door, the broken vase which had no excess soul, the pile of piano sheets, the pile of old newspapers, the old and dusted violin and its bow, the pair of swords which were colored black and white, the burnt piece of cloth beside the swords, and finally, the golden dragon heads on either side of the room; one above the door and one above the monitor. Some were truly interesting to look at… or even touch.

“Or maybe they’re some kind of bizarre code that you’re electing to ignore so you can make fun of me,” Jesse responded, still not entirely serious in his response. Meanwhile, he ran through several different reasons for the color in his brain. He was definitely what one would call an overthinker.
He studied his now green cup thoughtfully, glancing up when the door boy left. Well that was strange.

"Hey, you're Mr. Green." Tori looked around the room, more at ease. Hopefully, nothing would happen until the grandfather clock chimed. "Check out those dragons."