week 0 - day 1

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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

[motheringnation]

[She seems to be thinking this over.]

It might take till tonight though. Just so we can enjoy reading all our information and being afraid and confused.

Poison is probably too quick for people who put this much effort into dragging us here.

[inthebones]

...Very true. Though if the state of nervous tension builds up too strongly, something regrettable might happen sooner or later. Particularly with some of the information in here.

[Susan nods at the notebook.]

[motheringnation]

Yes.

Maybe that's what they're waiting for....

Or maybe they like to make dramatic entrances.

[inthebones]

I never did like dramas. A good tragedy is always much more inspired - although they do tend to slip into the maudlin quite easily. Perhaps comedy, then.

[A slight pause.]

...Come to think of it, I don't really like shows at all.

[One got the feeling Susan didn't like many things.]

[motheringnation]

I think I'd just like to not be in one.

[inthebones]

[A slight smile at that.]

Very astute. I had reached a similar conclusion.

It feels very much like a stage, doesn't it?

[motheringnation]

Maybe they'll give us a script soon.

[inthebones]

I should like to be the one with a bit part in the prologue and is never seen again afterwards, if possible.

[motheringnation]

That's going to be a popular role.

It's probably too late to claim I can't speak English either.

[inthebones]

[A slight pause.]

You know, that might have been clever. We could wander about and ruin the play spectacularly and pretend we didn't have the least idea what was going on.

Quel dommage!

[motheringnation]

[That gets a small laugh.]

It would have confused them at least.

Yaka hanʹba

[inthebones]

I'm afraid I'm only any good in Quirmian, so I haven't the least idea what you said. For some reason, we didn't spend much time on anything else in grade school.

[motheringnation]

It was Ukrainian for 'what a shame'.

[inthebones]

...Ah. Similar sentiments, then.

[And in the interest of not messing up continuity Susan will very stupidly not ask the obvious question because she doesn't know yet about countries on Monday.]

I do wish they would get on with it. I don't see what good comes of leaving us for a day and a half.