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

Belarus | 11 am, later and 3.30 pm

[mostlymarried]

11am: fence / pond area

[after working through the evening and just sleeping in her own trench (fortunately it didn't rain), Belarus has dug a hole so deep that... it has hit solid rock 6 feet down. Undeterred, she had tried to dig around it... just to find it extended all the way to the iron fencing, which went all the way down to it in turn. As she discovers by jolting herself when the shovel meets iron at 11 in the morning.]

Dziarmo!

[dropping the spade and rubbing at her hands... well, now what?]

shortly afterwards...
[Belarus won't be hard to miss, given she is trailing dirt everywhere, still has the shovel over her shoulder and looks rather set to punch something. She's on her way back to her room, which she won't be leaving until the 3pm summons, but feel free to catch her on her return trip... or avoid her...]

3.30pm
[it just takes Belarus a moment of reading her own information card to confidently state-]

-All of this information is false.

3:30

[throe]

[ Rapture scoffs in agreement, she's even practically left her portion of her notebook open as a means to prove as such. She's already starting on her second glass of wine. ]

You can say that again.

[mostlymarried]

[she puts hers up alongside to compare]

The age is wrong, I am not a Republic and I don't know half these skills. You?

[throe]

[ Rapture places a hand on her hip, smiling amusedly. ]

I knew no one could be a thousand years old and named after a country! Some people are just so gullible.

The whole playing guitar thing is right. [ Or so she thinks as she points to that portion of her information. ] But 'sadistic without remorse'? Someone took the lyrics to "Mind Games" a little too seriously.

[mostlymarried]

...I am approximately 600, and I am a country.

Your music I cannot comment on.

[throe]

[ Her amused expression does not waver, she just smirks and raises an eyebrow. ] Right.

Wow, you really haven't heard of the Stingers? We're pretty popular... [ She notices the occult mention on her card, then points to it while leaning in a bit. ] Hey, is this skill right? 'Knowledgeable of the occult and fortune telling'?

3:30

[souredsweet]

[Kaoru doesn't seem to have any trouble believing her, at least...!]

But who would do something like this?

[mostlymarried]

[snapping the book shut; what a waste of time.]

Someone with a warped humour. Nothing more.

[souredsweet]

[with a brow creased in sympathy, Kaoru nods.]

If this is all the result of a warped sense of humor, I believe that they have carried the joke on for far too long now.

[mostlymarried]

If this joker stood before the Szlachta, he would hang. [she says, completely casually]

A poor comic and a twisted mind.

[souredsweet]

[looking vaguely disturbed by the casual talk of hanging, but...!]

Some seem to believe that we will be seeing the person responsible today.

Fence

[balzams]

[When he woke up he was still in the same place, but the initial panic from yesterday had certainly subsided into a vague sense of worry. It was at that time that he decided to get some fresh air to try and calm down and maybe look to see if there was anything he missed with the fence yesterday.

The hole was certainly new and he peered down, only to suddenly hear someone cussing from below]

E-excuse me, are you alright down there?

[mostlymarried]

Tcha- Nyet!

[she even throws the shovel at the bars, only for them to rebound in sparks]

What is this nonsense!

[balzams]

Y-You really should be careful, the fence has a current through it...

Does it go that deep?

[mostlymarried]

[aaaaugh why do people keep using weird words-]

What current? There's no water here!

[balzams]

No, an electric current!

You'll hurt yourself, maybe you should come back to the house...

3.30 pm

[motheringnation]

It is?

[Ukraine is looking over.]

[mostlymarried]

I am not 1000 years old, nor a Republic, and I do not appreciate being accused of witchcraft...

[motheringnation]

Oh....

[She's trying to remember if she knows the name but keeps coming up blank.]

I wonder why your information is wrong then.

[mostlymarried]

It is better it is inaccurate, I believe?

3.30pm

[herpreciousrival]

Really? Mine seems entirely accurate.

[Would you like a finger sandwich to compensate for your page being so misinformed Miss Belarus?]

/2

[mostlymarried]

Some parts are correct but-

[mostlymarried]

[-wha?

the sandwich earns a slight blink of confusion, before she takes it and examines it. Is this supposed to be... bread? Mother of God, what have they done to it...]

[herpreciousrival]

Oh so it's not entirely inaccurate! I'm sure it shouldn't be that hard to repair the errors when we're given the opportunity to meet whomever compiled these pages. [Siren simply pops another in her mouth. Everyone seems so distressed, it's almost contagious. She can't help but feel hungry in such an atmosphere.]

Admittedly my preferred name is missing from my sheet, but that seems to be the case for lots of people-- I'm sorry do you not like sandwiches?

[mostlymarried]

...

...It's foreign. What name do you prefer?