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

3.30pm

[terriblesister]

[flick...ing... through... this...]

O-Oi... isn't this kind of creepy, guys?

[obsideo]

(She's still skimming her entry.)

You said it. Whatever this is for, it's not good.

[terriblesister]

...What does yours say?

[obsideo]

(Opening the book to show her)

No big deal. That doesn't mean I'm crazy about this development.

[terriblesister]

[well yours isn't so bad at least... flicking through the rest of it though... more countries? Aliens? Super spies?]

Someone... really wants us to know all this...?

[obsideo]

Yeah. Who knows why, but considering how much it says about poison and stuff...

(She trails off, raising her eyebrow.)

/2

[terriblesister]

[.....]

[terriblesister]

N-Nah! No-one'd do that... right?

[speakveryclearly]

Well... [Trying to remain calm here.] It's not that much more unsettling than the custom-made wardrobe, is it? I'd be more surprised if our summoners didn't know our names and ages.

[terriblesister]

[t-trying not to stare oh god horns]

W-Well, they seem to know much about me at least...

['Special Skills: None' is starting to show up in stark comparison to... everyone else around here...]

[speakveryclearly]

[Her eyes are down here!!]

Yeah... there's a lot of information about everybody...

This is really starting to make me wish we remembered why we were here...

[terriblesister]

Where are we, anyway?

[flicking about the notebook for any other information... but it's just these little information snippets...]

[speakveryclearly]

Nobody I've spoken to this far knows... I think somebody even tried to climb the fence and got shocked.

[terriblesister]

The fence is electrified?!

[oh no...]

[motheringnation]

[Girl from before.]

It is. I don't like how much effort they're putting into this.

...whoever they are.

[terriblesister]

[ah... Ukraine?]

...Are you really that old?

[motheringnation]

Hmmm? Yes, I think so. You lose track after a while.

[terriblesister]

[w-wow... she can't even process it. She thought she was old at 16 but...]

....What's that like?

[motheringnation]

Er....well it depends what's going on? Mostly I look after my people as much as I can, represent them in meetings. Spend time with my brother and sister, friends...

[She trails off, rubbing her head.]

My heads a bit fuzzy though. I think...

[Family, brother is a bright image, but sister....sister is ....foggy and vague. And when she tries to remember other things...

She shakes her head.]

Sorry, I was saying. It's hard to explain, it's something you just get used to after the years go by.

[terriblesister]

[she watches as the vastly older woman seems to mentally trip a step thinking. Her lifetime she still can't understand but...]

...You can't remember them, can you?

[notyetlost]

[Creepy? Totally. Sort of convenient for the outgoing impaired though. Poland's not sure what she's complaining for, it's not like her page is the least bit detailed. He purses his lips, flipping her page back and forth wondering if it's some kind of error or something.]

How can someone have no skills whatsoever...

[terriblesister]

Well excuse me if I'm not a space alien or robot or whatever!

[notyetlost]

A-ahhh--!! [Poland didn't think she'd hear him-- or that she was going to get so offended! He yelps startled, accidentally flipping backwards in his chair.]

[terriblesister]

[...


...what just happened?]

[notyetlost]

[Poland recovers from the shock.... and crawls across the floor on his hands and knees and rolls under the table to hide.

CLEARLY SHE HAS SUPER SONIC HEARING AS A SKILL. THIS NOTEBOOK LIED.]