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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[mostlymarried]

[she regards him wearily; the man's outfit is as foreign as the rest of this place, but then that was a matter of wardrobes...]

Such things aren't possible. You aren't the lord of this house?

[vytis]

Ah, no. I just woke up here suddenly. It seems as if there are quite a few of us here.

[mostlymarried]

[Belarus frowns... and promptly gets back to stuffing her sack. Whatever is happening here, it's none of her concern.]

[vytis]

[Lithuania watches her for a moment.] How are you planning on getting over the fence?

[mostlymarried]

Break it, climb it, dig under it. Whichever works.

[vytis]

I don't think you can climb over it, the electricity would knock you back. [If it didn't outright kill her, but he doesn't want to think about that option.] How would you plan on breaking it?

[mostlymarried]

[she... doesn't know about that, but she'll keep his advice in mind. Still, breaking things shouldn't require much explanation...]

Find something heavy, hit it.

[she sighs, knowing that would probably invite more questions...]

If I'm lucky I'll find tools somewhere. There are sheds and outhouses outside.

[vytis]

You should really be careful. [Lithuania isn't entirely convinced she knows what she's getting into here.] It's a wrought iron fence.

[mostlymarried]

Hm...

Best to dig then.

[not so much a tunnel, just as long as she can get under it]

[vytis]

Maybe... [It's an option to try, at least, he has to admit.] I wonder if they've left shovels out somewhere.

[mostlymarried]

They'll have to have something. [when you have grounds this big. Mercy, even if she has to dig her way out with spoons she will do it.

Is that so strange? This man seems so unenthusiastic, it's...

...annoying.]

Don't you want to leave?

[vytis]

Eh? Of course I want to leave! [Lithuania's answer is a bit more exclamatory than he really intended, so he catches his tone and pulls it in a little.] I just wouldn't want to see you get hurt, Miss. I really can't stay here, though... I'll help you find a shovel, if you'd like.

[mostlymarried]

[she watches him carefully for a moment... before nodding.]

Dy; Dzjakuj, velqmi. ["Yes, thank you very much."]

[vytis]

It's no trouble. [Lithuania's response is automatic--it doesn't even occur to him she's switched to a different language.] I suppose it would probably be kept outside somewhere, or maybe in some sort of storage shed...

[mostlymarried]

[since Belarus just uses a mix of languages interchangeably to begin with, it actually slips past her, too.

Either way, she stands, hauling her sack over her shoulder with little difficulty]

I haven't collected provisions for two; once we break past the fence, I can wait for you.

[vytis]

Don't worry about waiting for me if it looks like someone's noticed. [Though, really, all he would need would be to make it to some sort of civilization where he could use a phone...] This place can't be that far out of the way, I hope. It's a mansion, after all...

[mostlymarried]

[she nods] That would imply a village or farm in the area. [where she'll feel far more at ease...]

I won't.

[vytis]

Should we try to find something to dig with and meet up at the fence? [Pausing, and then--] Ah, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Lithuania.

[mostlymarried]

[she nods] Bielaruś; dy.

[handshake?]

[vytis]

[Handshake!] It's nice to meet you, Miss Belarus. ...Well, the circumstances could be better.

[mostlymarried]

[another nod]

I'll meet you outside. Look for the trees.

[vytis]

Alright. [He nods back.] I'll see you in a little while, then.