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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Dave Strider | Kitchen | Noon

[scratched]

[he's thrown on what could be called a sketchy start to a dapper suit, but seems to have forgotten about actually bothering to tuck in the shirt, or do more than vaguely knot a bowtie - it's hard learning to dress yourself again after a few years of self-cleaning pajamas. He's currently slamming through kitchen cabinets, digging half bent over into the icebox.

he seems severely disappointed.]

This is straight up serious slaughterhouse deep levels of bullshit.

[obsideo]

(Jokes aside, Marlow really is hungry. Sleeping until noon will do that to a girl. So once she's gotten her bearings, she makes her way first to the ballroom and then to the kitchen, hoping to be able to find supplies. She's actually pleasantly surprised at how much food there seems to be on offer. It's in her nature to be suspicious and assume the worst.

So she's not really sure what's got this guy upset. Aside from the general kidnapping thing.)

What's wrong? They're out of waffles?

[scratched]

[wow that is just a ridiculous statement]

Waffles? Hell no, I'm not wasting my time on that kiddie crap-- couldn't even eat it here, there's no microwave, unless you like your cardboard breakfast treat to both taste and feel like slobbering on a hockey puck. Got my sights set on something bigger, better, and less frozen crap. I've been three goddamn years on this wagon and I'm ready to slop around in the mud with the best to get it.

[obsideo]

Sounds serious. Though it's a little hard to trust the opinion of someone who feels that strongly about waffles.

(Her tone is a little sarcastic, but despite herself she's interested in finding out what's got him so worked up. Anyone who can be this passionate about food when they've been kidnapped and woken up in some kind of creepy mansion is okay in her book.)

[scratched]

Most important meal of the day to some people, sounds more like you shouldn't trust the opinions of people who don't care what kind of garbage they shovel into their shithole. I'm all about some hella garbage, but at least be selective about it, standards are fucking important.

[obsideo]

(She can't help but laugh a little at that.)

I guess. Is it bad that I usually skip breakfast?

(Hey, she's got a busy schedule, and when she does have a day off, it's usually lunch before she manages to get out of bed.)

But color me curious, what's so important you're hoping to find?

[scratched]

Nah, it's probably all Big Cereal lobbying anyway. Eat breakfast whenever you want.

[is a teenaged boy, getting up before 2 is heralded by a chorus of angels praising a miraculous awakening]

AJ. Seriously, starting to get the shakes over it.

[obsideo]

AJ? As in apple juice?

(She laughs again, not able to help it. He's maybe making fun of her a little, taking this so seriously, but it's better than worrying about all of the worrying stuff going on.)

Maybe if they don't have it you can put a request in.

[scratched]

[he just happens to be really hardcore about some aj up in here]

Yeah. AJ. You see a request box around? Hell, you see anybody that actually looks like they know what the fuck is up around at all?

[godwhisperer]

[So Gundam is pretty much just going from room to room saying weird things to whoever is there and then leaving. But now he's hit on something even he didn't expect - guy his own age. So far he hasn't seen many others. None of that matters to Gundam at all, seeing as he's an ageless being of chaos, but it's just that what if this guy wants to make guy friends and hang as guys, and he was one of the only options. That is a scenario he has to consider.

So he will appear standing behind this fellow.]

The answers you seek are not there.

[scratched]

[wow yeah that would all be pretty incredibly lame so luckily its hypothetical for this weird looking dude

spinning around, dropping whatever he was fondling back into the icebox with a thunk]

What the hell, dude, if you're gonna sneak up on somebody while they're trying to get their juice on at least like cough or some shit before you go getting all comfortable with my personal zone.

Anyway, I'm not looking for answers. I mean, maybe later, but there's a lot of people here-- too many cooks in the kitchen and all that good stuff.

[godwhisperer]

[No, it's a situation that could happen. The fewer other options there are, the higher his odds of are in being considered for friendship. He must therefore steel himself for that possibility so that he will be able to make clear he isn't interested.]

I will not bear responsibility if you have not yet learned to be attuned to your surroundings. Were I here to assassinate your soul, it would have been taken from you before you even sensed the threat.

[scratched]

[gundam tanaka is not here to make friends, he is here to win.

one eyebrow slowly migrating north for the summer.]

Nobody was asking you to, dude.

Anyway, since you're obviously not here to suck my soul or whatever - creepy and coming on a little strong for the record - you mind looking for some AJ over there?

[godwhisperer]

[Exactly. In games and in life. Anyway, he isn't bothered in the slightest by the comments about his weirdness.]

Very well. Perhaps it will be amusing to assist in your quest. What is this 'AJ' you speak of?

[scratched]

[he's so lucky to have a monopoly on the self-esteem in the room]

Come on, dude, AJ. Granny Smith's Liquid Golden goodness. Shimmering amber stream of delicious from on high itself.

[godwhisperer]

[It's not so much self-esteem as having completely given up.]

So an elixir. But the ingredients of a mortal kitchen will not be sufficient to obtain what you seek.

[scratched]

[close enough.]

Pretty sure this is the only kitchen in the house, dude.

[tsarcasm]

[ Who's this kid complaining about the food? ]

Well, at least we know they're not trying to starve us.

[scratched]

[ no one said it was complaining, it's just some rather loud opinions about frozen breakfast foods ]

Hey, no one asked me about any dietary restriction.

[tsarcasm]

[ looks him up and down, maybe a little critically ]

You don't look like you need to go on a diet.

[scratched]

[ wowow the ladies are all over this ]

. . . Thanks?

Talkin' about shit like peanuts, or MSG. Free radicals. Carbs. Could be important.

1/2

[tsarcasm]

Uh-huh, right.

[tsarcasm]

Actually, I have no idea what you're talking about.

[scratched]

Me either, so it's cool.

Sup. Dave. Is my name-- so yeah. Hey. Yo.

[leaning back, attempting to look INCREDIBLY CHILL against the icebox]

[tsarcasm]

Hey, yo. [ Is that a hint of mocking or does she actually think the greeting is cool?? ] I'm Anya.

[ She is trying really hard not to laugh because wow you are a skinny teenage boy who thinks he's the shit. ]