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
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Comments

[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.