week 1 - day 1

[productions]

murder manor week one



monday

30 players remaining.

This is a general mingle post. Please put your character's name, the time, and location in the subject heading of their comment. Players may also thread in logs, either posted to murdermanor or in a private locked journal post filtered to include productions. Plots for this week's crime are due Monday by 9 PM EST.

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altman ; chapel ; 9 am

[reunified]

[ He's skipped breakfast, leaving his room as soon as he was sure it was as light as it was going to get. He's headed straight outside, back out into the manor grounds. His previous explorations had been quick and dirty, just searching for a potential way out, but he'd taken note of the various buildings. He stops by the chapel first and, much to his surprise, the door is unlocked.

It's dark inside, musty and confined. He immediately doesn't like it, but there isn't anything overtly threatening. Leaving the door cracked behind him, letting in a bit more light, he begins methodically going down the aisle, glancing down the pews on the look out for anything that might be useful or important. ]

[teenspirit]

[ Sonia is in the chapel herself, sitting near the very front with her hands clasped before her. She seems to be mumbling something to herself. ]

Library » Noon, Drawing Room » 3PM

[pasodoble]

Libary: ( Spain can be found in the library, searching through the shelves for a book. Every now and then, he'll take a book, flip through the pages, and place it back on the shelf, only to resume his search. )

Drawing room: ( Lunch is so early here and he's yet to get used to the schedule of things here. How rude of him to miss the meals their host was kind enough to make for them (he hesitates to call their host kind but being fed was certainly nice).

Spain will help himself to a little of everything but when all is done, he isn't completely satisfied. He can be found hovering around the snack table, nibbling a cookie absentmindedly, and mumbling to himself. )

I hope dinner is soon...

Library

[hollowheart]

[Annie had been napping since after breakfast, curled up in a large armchair at the back of the room. She doesn't say much or at all when she's woken by the rustling pages, but she starts peering over the back chair when it keeps happening.]

You can read the language? [She asks at last.]

Library

[obsideo]

(Marlow is also checking out the library, looking for clues. She'd been hoping to find something about the mansion, but so far, just her summer reading list. She notices the other guy in there seems focused, too.)

Looking for something?

Library

[mostlymarried]

[Belarus has one, very specific goal in mind. Learning, and quickly.

To be specific, she's looking up electricity. And rapidly learning it's somewhat complicated; most of the books in this library are academic and dense and... well, she's an agricultural worker more or less. Still, she's stubbornly refusing to stop even though her mood is clearly sinking like the Titanic throughout the course of the day...

She has a notepad nearby she is slowly filling up with pages on pages of cryllic notes... most of which crossed out when the idea was invalidated by something else she'd read]

[vytis]

[Lithuania is here mostly to indulge in a few mystery novels--because that seems like the thing to brush up on here for him, at least at the moment.]

Ah, good afternoon, Miss Belarus. [He smiles, but the smile fades when he notes her obvious frustration.] Is something wrong?

[souredsweet]

[guess who else is confused as hell about electricity YES IT IS KAORU. unfortunately, only the works written in Japanese are intelligible at all and nothing so far has even hinted at what they could do to leave.]

Good day, miss. [a somewhat pleasant greeting is offered anyway, though Kaoru does sound a little worn out.] ...If I may ask, have you found anything in these books that may help our larger predicament of leaving this place?

Lithuania | Chapel | 7 AM

[vytis]

[Lithuania is here early today--obviously entirely lost in thought and staring at the front of the church from an unrotted pew near the front. Honestly, his distraction is probably not the best state of mind for a game like this, though Lithuania's always had that sort of issue.

He's brought a broom from the house with him, though he seems to have forgotten it, simply worrying the handle idly between his hands.]

Phoebe Ashe | Courtyard | 2PM

[throe]

[ The old fashioned bathing suit isn't her style (minus the black and yellow color combination), nor are the far-too-round, plain sunglasses. Despite the difference in her usual fashion, she's not going to skip getting her usual catching rays of sunshine. Completely unbothered by the events the day before, she's morosely stretched out on a towel. She tucks one arm loosely behind her head and lets the other drape across her stomach.

A contented sigh escapes her lips. It's clear that any worry is far from her mind. ]

[souredsweet]

[the notion of sunbathing completely sails over Kaoru's head so there is A LOT OF CONFUSION and some mild concern when coming across this lady randomly laid out on the ground. ??? IS THERE MURDER AFOOT ALREADY]

Um— Excuse me, miss... Are you all right?

Kanaya Maryam // various

[speakveryclearly]

Music Room - 7 A.M.

[This room is the closest to her assigned respiteblock so it's as good a place as any for the first to burn time. The harp is her main distraction, teaching herself to play by trial and error (mostly error). Her album sits at her feet.]

Parlor - 8 A.M.

[She hadn't explored this room particularly thoroughly, but her manner is more that of an upper-class daughter exploring a previously ignored room out of sheer boredom rather than a player searching for clues in a life-or-death game; only her unhappy expression betrays the real situation. She holds her album in one hand.]

Conservatory - 9 A.M.

[Her favorite room in terms of physical attributes at least. She languishes in the sunlight with eyes barely open, just enough for the colors of the plants to reach her gaze. Her album rests on the table.]

Study - 1 P.M.

[Where she spends the rest of the day, reading mystery novels with concentration slightly more befitting study materials than entertainment. Her album is kept close in her lap, and close examination reveals she's obtained a pencil kept inside the volume.]

conservatory

[souredsweet]

[Kaoru enters the conservatory not expecting to find anyone else there, but upon recognizing a now-familiar face, a reserved but pleasant smile is offered.]

Good morning, Miss Maryam. It would seem that I'm not the only morning bird in this manor.

Study

[obsideo]

(Marlow comes inside the study a little after she's done exploring the library. She notices Kanaya reading the novel right away.)

Shoot, sorry, didn't know anyone was in here.

Hey, I know that one.

7am

[motheringnation]

[Ukraine has the room next to her's and wakes just as early. So hearing the music, she goes to see where it's coming from.

When she sees who it is, she'll wait to the side not to interrupt.]

Susan Sto Helit | Study | 10AM

[inthebones]

[Her room practically bordered the study. This suited her just fine; Susan expected she would be spending a great deal of time in there in the coming weeks. ...Provided she didn't stop breathing anytime soon. After dining in the ballroom (she would stare at the tables until the food appeared/disappeared one of these days), she retires back upstairs, presenting an outwardly calm demeanor.

She leaves the door open and briefly casts about for the others in the house before settling into a chair with her notebook and a pen. She works absentmindedly, her concentration not fully on her task.

It remained very vexing not to remember what it was that she had lost. Judging from the reactions of her fellow guests, it would be something quite important, and yet, every piece of her life seemed to be in place. Her schooling days, the untimely passing of her parents, her time as a governess and schoolteacher, that absurd situation with the Hogfather, the later situation with the perfect timekeeper. And people? Surely not a soul was missing. Anyone memorable in her life was accounted for; she had a perfect memory, after all. Even more recent figures like that terribly strange clock fellow and the Auditor made human, that pathetic creature, Myria Lejean. They weren't particularly important to her, but... Still, they remained. Her thoughts were as well organized as a card catalog; she took pride in the perfect precision of her mental faculties. Yes, indeed, everything was in place. Even up to that moment, the one she had, if she admitted to herself, avoided thinking about, for she always secretly feared that it would slip away if she tried to grasp it too tightly, like smoke in the wind. And yet, perhaps, from time to time, she could permit herself to dwell on it. Dwell on it... and... that person.....

That person -- That person who was..............]

-- Damnation!

[That probably came out louder than she intended it to.]

You damnably clever vipers.

Study | 10AM

[motheringnation]

[Ukraine was going to the library when she hears the swearing in the study and goes in to look.]

Are you alright?

Re: Susan Sto Helit | Study | 10AM

[scratched]

[pacing hallways, nervously winding his hands around a tie, twisting his fingers into tight knots when the loud curse startles him from outside in the hall, leaning in to peek at her]

The hell?

clyde barrow - ballroom (8AM) + music room (1PM)

[coca_cola]

option a ; ballroom, 8AM

[ Learning about the game that they were all to play might have made some people lose their appetites, but Clyde is certainly not one of them. In fact, he seems fairly calm and genial as a whole, and really, it's not entirely fake. If you ignored that game, it was a pretty sweet deal, after all. As much food and liquor as you could drink in a fancy house? Those are the kinds of things that Clyde can normally only dream of, or at least only partake in when he's robbing the owners blind.

If you're also indulging in breakfast, Clyde is there eating a full plate with a pleased half-smile, but once he's made significant progress on finishing his eggs, he'll just motion his fork your way. He has a Southern American accent, and though it's not thick, it's definitely not missed, either. ]

So, if you don't mind me askin', where are you from, exactly? Just askin' for curiosity's sake, since it's not exactly often that I see a group of people as varied as this one.

option b ; music room, 1PM

[ After continuing to wander around after lunch, Clyde has stopped at the music room. It takes him a while, since he just circles the room, looking at everything in it as if it's quite interesting, but eventually he settles at the piano. He touches a key and listens to the sound, chuckling softly, since it's clearly something nostalgic. But after taking some time on deciding whether to play or not, he does start to play a slow, careful song. It's hard to tell if it's supposed to be that way, though, or if he's just hesitating between notes as if he's trying to remember them. ]

music room

[throe]

[ Rapture's willingly walking around the mansion in her bathing suit with her sunglasses perched on top of her head. She's got a glass in her hand drinking through a straw (though it's no telling what) as she plans to head out to get some sun. Her walk immediately slows when she hears the light notes of the piano not that far in the distance.

When she reaches the door of the music room, she peers in. There are some notes she can hear him fumbling on, but she doesn't seem to care if she's interrupted him or not. It's the music that interests her. ] You play?

Ballroom

[speakveryclearly]

[The time Kanaya spends in this room is relatively brief. Her album is tucked under her arm in somewhat closed body language, and she keeps enough distance from the tables or silverware that it's clear she has no interest in eating anything. She just saw people heading in and out of this place and decided to be social. Clyde stands out for his propensity towards conversation, so when she's standing near enough to his table for him to engage her, she lets him.]

I come from a place called Alternia, as it so happens. [...] ...I'm curious about your home as well.

[inthebones]

[A severe-looking young woman had taken a seat a short distance away from him about halfway through the dining hour. She frowns when she is addressed - though it may be taken as a lack of desire to converse, it is for no reason other than that Clyde hadn't finished chewing and swallowing before speaking.

Being a schoolteacher did these sorts of things to you.]

I'm from Ankh-Morpork. ...If you're going to ask me where it is on Earth, it's not.

Felicia Marlow ☩ Third Floor Hall ☩ 3 PM

[obsideo]

(Marlow has been trying to get an idea of the layout of the manor, sketching various notes in her notebook as she goes. Now, she's standing in the middle of the hallway, looking up. It seems like there's some kind of door there. She wonders where it leads, but she doesn't know if she'll be able to open it on her own.)

[inthebones]

The rooftop.

[Someone emerges from Topaz Wing and speaks from behind Marlow.]

I wouldn't advise you to go up there. It's a bit precarious.

Latvia → Ballroom → 5:50pm

[balzams]

[Since the announcement Latvia had been in pretty bad shape. He'd barely left his room out of paranoia, risking the outside only to use the bathroom and to get food.

Just before dinner he can be found waiting in the corner of the ballroom, close to the ruby wing to make a quick escape. The plan was to take a small amount of food and head back to his room. The prospect of poison frightened him, but he checked the kitchen before settling in his spot. If he got here earlier than everyone else then that gave him time to retrieve dinner before it got contaminated.

You should be careful when approaching him, he might just run back to his room]

[aozaki]

[Ruby Wing? That's a roommate she's yet to meet, then. It was by pure chance when she runs into the man, really, but hasn't she at least caught a glimpse, earlier on?

Either way, while it's not too hard to understand why he looks (and acts!) so skittish, she'll approach nevertheless. A red-haired woman wearing it in a ponytail with glasses; there are more intimidating folks out there, right?]

...Excuse me, are you alright?

[she'll take her time though, he should hear her high heels on the fancy floor before she speaks up, still a good half a dozen to a dozen feet from him. Her tone and demeanor are friendly, too; she's no intention to surprise, much less scare him, after all.]

Beat | Fence + Rooftop, alternating throughout the morning

[respecting]

[seeing as Beat is the only person here who can fly, in the morning he's out doing his obvious duty of testing the electrical field above the fence to see how high it goes - slamming into it multiple times with his skateboard at various heights, the wheels and wood insulating away most of the damage, although he still lets out an occasional grunt. It's nothing he can't handle, though.

He also knows he can't afford to expend too much of his energy doing this, lest he be made a target. So he takes frequent long breaks on the rooftop, watching everything going on outside. His expression is dark, due to the lack of success he's been having.]

[obsideo]

(Eventually, Marlow makes it up to the roof. She wants to explore every part of the manor, and this is no different, even if heights make her a little nervous. She hasn't spotted Beat up there yet, but is instead squinting out towards the fence while she tries to keep her balance.)