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.

Setting & Rules
Private Conversations
Plotting

Comments

[scratched]

[he just grunts a response at first, a hand coming up to rub at where the sunglasses sit on his nose, eyes squeezed shut.]

I can't die yet, anyway. Still got shit to take care of. And I don't mean that in a dark, tortured hero way, I mean it in a I'm serious, it's fucking important and I'm pretty certain I'm the only one that can do it way.

[inthebones]

Oddly enough, you aren't the first to express that sentiment. As important as you are to your world, we all have things we need to do.

...Unless you suggest we compare notes and murder whomever's least important.

[Perhaps that would be most pragmatic. Susan turns back now to... well, to not meet him in the eyes with a grave expression.]

When you consider it... it's an ingenious plan. At some point along the way, it will be too much. Rewards, incentives, unfinished business - the value of your own life. And you'll decide that yes. Yes, the cost of another human's life, a perfect stranger's, can't compare any longer. For the more narcissistic amongst us, that point will come sooner. But there is a point, I think, for everyone.

[scratched]

It's probably practically a fucking prerequisite to think you're too damn important to piddle around in this hellhole. If the memory thing wasn't enough to kickstart your murder jets.

[letting the sunglasses drop back into his hands, pulling them off his face for once, flipping them over and over in his hands. It's blindingly annoying how he can remember they're important, but not fucking why.]

For the record, this is probably the worst pep talk in history.

[inthebones]

I was leading somewhere positive. ...When I start dashing teenaged boys over the head, I shall begin with the impatient ones.

[Susan and positive don't generally belong in the same sentence, as a rule of thumb for future interactions.]

In any case.

What all of that means, practically, is two things.

The first - there are, amongst us, people who will kill without provocation. They enjoy it. They'll be very good at hiding it. Ideally, we'll be able to identify them before any murders happen at all, but denial never got anyone anywhere helpful. We find them first.

The second - there are, amongst us, people who will kill as the pressure intensifies, for their own sakes. This is liable to occur later down the line as the weeks set in; it may happen accidentally in a fit of nerves, or it may be planned with the desperate hope of escape. But it will happen. What we must do, then, is offer hope. If the only hope of escape is murder, then why shouldn't they go along with it? But if we can offer the hope that we can all escape together, if we can identify the breaking point and deny it, then another option - a preferable option - has presented itself.

[A slight pause.]

And when I say 'we', I mean 'I', as this is the brilliant plan I created last night around midnight whilst staring at the ceiling. You can help if you'd like now you know all my secrets.

Practically speaking, of course, self-defense never hurt anyone, either. I suppose I should learn deja fu.