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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[roadroller]

Hey, pardon nothing, you can admire me all you want! ♪

[Though if that sounded like she was flirting, Rin's oblivious - she's really just that egotistical.]

An alien troll...

[She looks down at the piano keys as she keeps playing. Out of nowhere she's got a nagging feeling, like there's someone she once knew who would be really interested in such things, like UMAs and UFOs and such. But her brows knit, and she can't think of anyone. She ends up banging down on the keys noisily and stopping her playing.]

...

Huh! So there's all types of people here. You don't seem very surprised to see humans though - don't tell me, your species has been spying on Earth!? ♪

[and then she plays the beginning of the dragnet theme.]

[speakveryclearly]

Yeah, you could say that. I've met... [Though was it purely digital or face-to-face? She's having trouble recalling distinctly and brushes it off.] I've known humans before. The reverse does happen to be true less rarely.

[Her foot taps along once she figures out the pattern on the second repetition.] You're really fond of music, aren't you?

[roadroller]

Yeah of course! It's what I was made for, deep in my code... I'm a singer primarily. ♪

[speakveryclearly]

Hmmmmmm... I see. You were certainly coded well in that case.

I used to have a single purpose too, but not anymore.

[roadroller]

Thank you very much!

Really? What happened with that, did you complete it? ♪

[speakveryclearly]

No, someone-- [Someone who can emotionally impact her a lot, apparently, because her mood drops like someone cut the wires on an elevator.] --prevented me from being able to do so.

That was a long time ago, it's no big deal anymore.