The End

[productions]

murder manor end



goodbye

[Eventually, the storm dies down, and finally, there's a stillness in the air. Open the door to the servants' wing, and find yourself in a crumbling, dilapidated hallways. There are twenty two doors in here. Down the sides of the hallway, you'll find doors with the names of players carved into them. Some doors are marked with the names of the living, some with the names of the dead. Some of you will find you share a door with someone else - Sonia and Gundam, Stiles and Lydia, Dave and Kanaya, and the nations, to name a few.

Then there is the door at the very end of the hallway, which is unmarked.

Which door you step through is up to you, but once you open a door, there's no coming back.

There's a sense of foreboding in this place; you don't want to linger here too long. But take your time to say goodbye to anyone who doesn't follow through a door with you.]

Comments

[notyetlost]

I'm just looking!

[With my hands.]

[vytis]

You don't need to touch to look.

[notyetlost]

You're such a worry wart. [Just let him touch it a little bit!]

All my decisions thus far have been totally infallible!

[vytis]

[Pulling Poland back another few steps.]

Messing around with an unknown door here isn't an infallible decision.

[Also, choosing to meet "Lithuania" downstairs in the dining room at 10:30PM on Tuesday night wasn't infallible, but Lithuania would not bring that up.]

[notyetlost]

[Decisions made while totally delirious are null and void!]

I'm performing a totally throughout investigation. [Poland is just going to start the incredibly subtle process of wriggling out of his sweater to escape.]

[vytis]

[Yanking Poland's sleeves down and tying them to his belt loops on his pants.

Sorry, you're now stuck.]

[notyetlost]

H-hey!

[His floppy over sized sleeves have betrayed him.]

[vytis]

[Thoughtfully:] You'd probably be easier to handle with a bridle, but that will have to do for now.

1/2

[notyetlost]

Excuse you!

2/2

[notyetlost]

I'm totally gonna punch you-- hold on. [He can definitely get out of this, jus you watch. He just needs to wriggle a bit and shimmy around and tug that way--!!

Or um! If he can get his pants off-- no they're being held up by the sleeves.

Maybe he can climb out through the neck part-- AGH!]



Liet!

[vytis]

[Lithuania wins this time.]


I'll untie you once we're home.

[...]

If you ask nicely.

[notyetlost]

If you did this to Italy he'd like totally die you know!

[Huff!

No, okay even Poland thinks this is kind of funny. Or at least the corners of his mouth are admitting it for him.]

We'll see about that.

[vytis]

[Taking Poland's belt off, since it's not like Poland's sleeves aren't sort of doing the job of the belt anyway. He is going to wrap it around Poland's stomach instead.]

There, now you have reins.

[Technically they should be up by Poland's mouth, but there was that whole smothering incident.]

[notyetlost]

[He's grateful for that at least. If it was up by his mouth, how would he talk?]

Is this some kind of kinky equine fantasy of yours?

[You can't silence this kind of crucial conversation.]

[vytis]

Poland! [Flustering and yanking on the belt.] You're the one who likes horses and ponies.

[notyetlost]

[Oof-- he has internal organs in there, chill out Liet.]

Not like that!

God, Lithium is like right there, don't say stuff like that! [Embarrassing!]