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

[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'?

[mostlymarried]

Of course it's false...

[she's an honest believer in the Belarusian Byzantine Catholic Church, thank you.]

[throe]

Oh. [ She sounds disappointed. Sure, she may not believe in it, but hey! She had fun going head to head with Astral, after all. Well, except for— except for— except for what? Why can't she finish that sentence? Whatever. ] That just proves that most of this is fake then. I knew it!

[mostlymarried]

[she wouldn't call it fake... she has no idea what blood types are and for all she knows the height and weight section may be correct for this weird, older body. And given everyone else's reactions... how can say it...

This little notebook gives her a bad feeling.]