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murdermanor2013-09-21 12:51 pm
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week 0 - day 1

[Saturday begins much like Friday, with no further answers provided, and no means of escape. However, at 3 PM on Saturday, the old grandfather clock in the foyer begins to chime. From the foyer, the ballroom doors stand open, and the room is bright with sunshine. Soft, dreamy music plays from a radio inside.
Inside the ballroom, what seems to be a magnificent party is laid out. There is a buffet table laden with finger foods - vegetables and dips, finger sandwiches, pastries, fruit, and cheeses. Next to the table are glasses filled with wine, champagne, or juice. Most of the room is empty, with room to stand and talk, although towards the windows looking out on the courtyard are six tables with five place settings each, set for a larger meal.
And then there's a seventh table, at the back of the room, on which are thirty small notebooks. Inside, the notebooks appear to be some sort of album, with each page containing a picture of and information about your fellow guests.
After everyone has filed in, the doors shut and lock behind the final guest; the doors to the courtyard close as well. You'll have some time to talk amongst yourself, for it will be another hour of dining before anyone else appears]
This is an open mingle log for the welcome feast. Please tag one another. There will be NPC interaction in the post later in the day.
study!
Find anything interesting in those books? [Alice only bothered to look at one or two before moving on. Inspecting this place can take forever.]
study!
She looks down to the journal. No, this had been left on the desk. It wouldn't have been left there if people hadn't been meant to find it.
She holds it out to the girl. ]
Journal. Take a look. I'm sure you'll see more than I did, seeing as how I didn't notice much.
[ Much. She noticed something, but she doesn't think it's much. ]
no subject
These look like chemical formulas to me. [She closes it and tries to see if she can find any indication of who it belongs to.] No name on the journal though.
no subject
I found it on the desk. Almost like someone wanted it to be found. I don't know yet if it's one of us or not.
[ She taps her fingers against her chin as she leans back in the seat. ] Chemistry notes and murder mystery notes and a house full of kidnap victims.
That can't bode well.
[ She frowns. Maybe she's too accustomed to super-villains and terrorists. ]
Or maybe I'm reading too much into it. Maybe this is just someone's idea of a psychological study or a joke.