week 0 - day 1

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murder manor week zero



saturday

[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.

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Comments

[speakveryclearly]

[Gosh, this kid doesn't look like he's taking the situation well.]

The knives look fairly dangerous too. You'd be best off not touching them.

[balzams]

[The sudden voice startled him and Latvia quickly snaps his attention to Kanaya]

Y-yes!

... I'm sorry, this is all just a bit much to take in.

[speakveryclearly]

It certainly is... [Kid...]

At least we don't learn the rules in their entirety until tomorrow. Say what you will about our hosts' morals, but they're certainly committed to some degree of gradation.

[balzams]

In a way that has me more worried...

I don't like not understanding the situation. But it's not...

You don't think she actually wants us to murder people, right? It's just a television show so it'a all special effects.

[speakveryclearly]

She doesn't seem to be entirely content for us to stick to staging...

[unsure whether to continue convincing this kid it's real because he needs to cope somehow come on]

[balzams]

[Latvia bites his lip and fidgets uncomfortably]

But that's not... I really don't want to die.

[speakveryclearly]

None of us do.

[balzams]

I-I know but...

[He isn't sure exactly why, he'd died before... kind of. However for some reason the prospect now carried a great feeling of doom]

I just feel like something really bad would happen if I did.

[speakveryclearly]

To your Earth human family...?

[Not really sure what you're talking about]

[balzams]

What?

[No, he doesn't either]

N-no, I don't actually have a family and I'm not human either...

[speakveryclearly]

Pardon my mistake.

[A little annoyed he looks very human to her why is she always the biggest freakshow in these games...]</small

[balzams]

N-No, it's fine. It's understandable...

[His eyes quickly flit from the table to take a good look at Kanaya. At first he thought it was just a strange costume but from what she said...]

So... you're not human either?

[speakveryclearly]

[Eye twitch.]

Not in the slightest of respects.

[balzams]

I'm sorry!

I-I thought that was just a costume...

[speakveryclearly]

Now's no time for dressup.



Even if I have to admit our abductors' taste in clothing is beyond reproach.

[balzams]

So... uh...

[He can't help but ask]

What are you then?

[speakveryclearly]

[This. Face.]

A rainbow drinker.

What on Earth are you if you're not human? [A claim she doubts more deeply by the second]

[balzams]

Uh... I'm a nation.

[He wanted to ask more about what exactly a 'rainbow drinker' was but then that might invite her to ask more about his nationhood. Considering what happened the last time he tried to explain he figured it was for the best]

[speakveryclearly]

...A nation.

[Her disdainful tone isn't so much "I know what a nation is and now think you're crazy", more "I've heard what a nation is maybe twice ever before, can't deduce how the concept applies, and really just don't get anything appearing to come from Earth".]

Okay. [Ceasefire.]

[balzams]

Mm...

[And that was that

...well]

S-so if you're not human, can you do anything like spit venom? Have you ever impaled someone on your horns?

[speakveryclearly]

...

...

.........

I've cut people in half with a chainsaw.

[balzams]

[He shifts his chair a good few inches away from her.






Then a few more just incase]