week 0 - day 1

[productions]

murder manor week zero



saturday

[Saturday begins much like Friday, with no further answers provided, and no means of escape. However, at 3 PM on Saturday, the old grandfather clock in the foyer begins to chime. From the foyer, the ballroom doors stand open, and the room is bright with sunshine. Soft, dreamy music plays from a radio inside.

Inside the ballroom, what seems to be a magnificent party is laid out. There is a buffet table laden with finger foods - vegetables and dips, finger sandwiches, pastries, fruit, and cheeses. Next to the table are glasses filled with wine, champagne, or juice. Most of the room is empty, with room to stand and talk, although towards the windows looking out on the courtyard are six tables with five place settings each, set for a larger meal.

And then there's a seventh table, at the back of the room, on which are thirty small notebooks. Inside, the notebooks appear to be some sort of album, with each page containing a picture of and information about your fellow guests.

After everyone has filed in, the doors shut and lock behind the final guest; the doors to the courtyard close as well. You'll have some time to talk amongst yourself, for it will be another hour of dining before anyone else appears]

This is an open mingle log for the welcome feast. Please tag one another. There will be NPC interaction in the post later in the day.

Setting
Information Cards

Comments

Lydia Martin | 3:30 PM

[detectus]

[Lydia is staring at her own picture in the notebook. Her face is vaguely disinterested.]

Well. At least they caught my good side. But I've lost a few pounds since they made this. Gluten-free. It's all the rage.

[inthebones]

[The person beside her flips through a few pages at this comment.]

...

I suppose they didn't consider 'intense narcissism' enough of a skill to include it in your statistics. I'm impressed, anyway.

[detectus]

You do know that Narcissus was tricked by Echo because she was madly in love. He was probably best off with himself.

[She gives the stranger next to her a sweet smile.]

[inthebones]

I fully agree. Who wouldn't want to be a flower? Idyllic life, really, rooted to one spot with no cares or worries in the world. Most importantly, I'm sure no one's ever tried to abduct a flower into an absurd situation like this.

[Susan smiles blandly in return.]

[detectus]

Or maybe everyone just assumes that a flower has it easy and no one knows how hard it is to be rooted in one spot and to stand up straight in the wind.

[inthebones]

But flowers don't stand up straight in the wind. They bend. Haven't you ever heard the story of the Oak and the Reeds?

[...This metaphor or whatever it was was getting out of control.]

((you saw nothing!!! sob sorry))

[detectus]

They bend enough so they don't break, but are strong enough not to collapse.

Seems like a difficult balance to manage.

[inthebones]

Only because of their roots. So it seems the same thing that keeps them immobile simultaneously keeps them sturdy.

[...]

I haven't the least idea what we're speaking of anymore, by the by.

[detectus]

Flowers.

And kidnapping.

[inthebones]

I believe these cards were involved somehow as well.

[Susan idly glances through the information again.]

I must say, you're rather poetic for a banshee. ...Not to mention solid.

[godwhisperer]

[Slamming his notebook on the table and staring right at her, since she just happened to fall in his line of sight.]

Gluten is the least of your concerns.

[detectus]

Shouldn't my concern of gluten be the least of your concerns if we're going to start ranking concerns?

[godwhisperer]

I'm not concerned with your concern. Do you not see the world hangs in the balance?

[detectus]

All I can see is that we're eating a rather mediocre dinner and someone has frighteningly in-depth profiles about everyone with information we barely know about ourselves. Don't know anything about the world.

[godwhisperer]

You will change your tune when the Dark Gods of Destruction awake.

[detectus]

And if they do, I'll have a little chat with them about kidnapping.

[godwhisperer]

You dare accuse my Dark Gods of kidnapping?

[detectus]

I'm not the one who brought them up in conjunction with our situation. Dark tends to imply evil.

[godwhisperer]

They are indeed evil, but have no interest in mere mortals. They would not wish to kidnap you.

[obsideo]

(Seriously? Marlow can't help but roll her eyes at that comment. Who can think of dieting at a time like this? Not that Marlow ever worries much about that kind of thing anyway.)

Okay, but, uh, there's also that thing about how they know all of this and why they're telling us.

[detectus]

Which I'm sure will be revealed gleefully by whomever kidnapped us exactly when they plan to do it. They never reveal the scenario too early into a mystery.

[She eats one of the pieces of broccoli off her plate and smiles at the other girl.]

[obsideo]

I guess, but that doesn't mean we can't be learning what we can.

(She pauses a little at the comment.)

Are you a mystery fan or something?

[detectus]

I've read a bit of Agatha Christie to say the least.

[Or more like her life seems to be sea of never-ending supernatural mysteries. Lydia twists to face the other girl.]

They're going to tell us what's going on. Someone here has a plan. And they've yet to reveal the board.

[obsideo]

Maybe you're right...but I don't like this.

(She's a mystery buff herself, and that's enough to give her a bad feeling about what's going on.)

[detectus]

I don't think we're supposed to enjoy a creepy manor filled with strangers.