week 0

[productions]

murder manor week zero



friday

[You wake in an unfamiliar bedroom, with no memory of how you came to be there and a sensation that something you once had is gone. The room you're in is luxurious and comfortable, but there is a musty feeling of disuse and decay in the air. Still, you've provided with new wardrobe perfectly tailored for you, a key ring that will unlock your bedroom door, so surely you're welcome to explore the manor?

Have a look around and make yourselves at home. You'll soon find you're not alone, but if any among you knows the secrets of this place, they aren't speaking.]

This is an open mingle log for arrival at the manor. Please put your character's name, location, and the time in the header of their comments. Characters are welcome to explore the manor and get to know one another; nothing else will be revealed to them today.

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conservatory

[obsideo]

(Marlow is starting to get frustrated at lack of answers by the time she wanders into the conservatory. She had been hoping to find a clue here, but still nothing.

That is, until her keen eye spots a figure behind the plants. She's the type to notice details, so she picks up on it immediately and smirks.)

That's a new one. What is this, an ambush? I hope not for me.

[notyetlost]

[Poland jerks his head at the voice in the room-- from his perspective Marlow is the one doing all the ambushing here.]

N-no!

[obsideo]

That's a relief.

(She smiles to try and show she's not a threat. Poor guy seems terrified. Marlow usually isn't great at meeting new people, either, though it's usually not so much that she's nervous as it is that she has nothing in common with them. But here she's interested in seeing who everyone in her situation is.)

I promise I'm not doing any ambushing either.

[notyetlost]

[The non-threatening smile doesn't seem to have the desired effect as Poland retreats farther behind another row of plants.]

S-so you'll stay right there and totally won't come any closer then...

[It'd be a real pain to have to declare war on her without his army around.]

[obsideo]

If that's what you want, sure. Though I was sort of hoping to get a better look at this room. Do you mind if I stick around a bit to do that, or is that going to cramp your hideout?

(Hey, if the guy is shy, she can't blame him. She's definitely not going to try to force him to deal with this admittedly scary situation.)

[notyetlost]

[Poland doesn't reply. He'd prefer if she left, but he can't find the nerve to tell her to get out. The words are getting caught in his throat. If she comes too close he could always threaten her with a watering can or some other gardening tool that had to be in here if he looked hard enough.

Instead he raises his hands above his head, flapping them flippantly to signal that she can look around if she wants.]

[obsideo]

Okay...cool.

(She feels sort of bad about making him uncomfortable. Actually, she'd been hoping he'd ease up a little when she saw he just wanted a look around. But she's made her bed, so she'll start pacing around the room, taking in the various plants.)

Huh. So it's like a greenhouse or something.

[notyetlost]

[He can hear her foot steps as she paces, but she doesn't seem to be getting overly close so he relaxes slightly.]

Ah... um. Conservatory... [Basically the same, he only knows the right word for it because he has one too.]

[obsideo]

Oh. Like in Clue or something. I never knew what that actually meant.

(She notices a specific plant that catches her eye, and bends down to look at it.)

And some of these plants are really weird, too.

[notyetlost]

[The plants really are quite strange. Poland only recognizes a handful of them honestly. He folds his arms over his chest with a slight huff, there was definitely no comparison to his plants back home.]

Mine's way better.

[obsideo]

You have a conservatory in your house? Where do you live?

(The idea of having something like this is crazy. She and her dad aren't poor, but they definitely don't have extra plant rooms like from some kind of Agatha Christie novel.)

[notyetlost]

Um. Only the best place ever?

[Poland suddenly pops up from behind a plant suddenly, beaming.] Poland!

[obsideo]

(Well, that's one way to get him out! That he's so excited about where he's from is kind of cute. She's just glad he doesn't seem afraid of her anymore.)

Cool! I've never been. Always kind of wanted to go, but it's hard to travel with dad's job. They have a lot of conservatories there?

[notyetlost]

[Poland can always put aside his shyness long enough for obnoxious boasting.]

You should go, you should totally definitely go! Move there even, there's seriously no better place to be! The one in Poznań is my favorite, it's got nine whole pavilions with like 1700 species of plants and junk!

[obsideo]

(She laughs, surprised at the sudden enthusiam.)

I don't know about moving there...that would kind of be a big move.

But it sounds really great. I'm not especially interested in plants, but history and cool old buildings are another story.

[notyetlost]

Oh yeah I totally have lots of that. I'm like a thousand something there's no short supply of super cool history and buildings.

[obsideo]

Cool!

(But there's something kind of strange about the way he puts it, and while most would probably not notice it, Marlow has an eye for details.)

Wait, I? Is that an expression, or...?

[notyetlost]

Hmm? [He doesn't really understand the question, he thought he was being totally clear.]

Oh is my english off or something? It's not my first language.

[obsideo]

Oh shoot, sorry! I was being totally rude.

(Great job, Marlow. He made a mistake with the language and you had to point it out.)

[notyetlost]

[Poland doesn't seem to mind, flapping his wrist flippantly.] No biggie.

But yeah! If you like Polish history I'm like a primary source.

[obsideo]

I'll come ask you if I have any questions, then.

I'm Marlow, by the way.

[notyetlost]

[Marlow! Got it.]

I'm Poland! Officially the Republic of Poland.

[obsideo]

...Huh. Weird name.

[notyetlost]

[Wow rude.]