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

[productions]

Susan, let me explain. The audience will want to get to know you. You'll want an opportunity to make a favorable impression, and this is it. Now, do you want to ask questions that will be answered in due time, or do you want to use this chance to show who you really are?

[inthebones]

...What?

[No part of that made sense to her.]

What audience? Are there people hidden in the awnings? Or scrying on us, perhaps? And why in the world should I care what they think of me - in the first place, it's quite rude to spy, and in the second, this is who I am, thank you very much, and I shan't change it to suit any mysterious obtruder watching me from underneath the furniture.

[productions]

Oho, this is precisely what I mean, yes. You needn't change yourself, I just wanted to see some liveliness! Our viewers need to understand what they have in someone like yourself.

[inthebones]

Oh, of course, liveliness, yes, you're asking the right person for that.

[haha death jokes]

Why don't you simply prod us with a branding iron and see how far we jump? I'm sure your audience will be vastly entertained.

[productions]

[She puts her hand to her mouth and laughs again.]

You will do just fine. Now, I'm to go say hello to a few others, and then it will be time for announcements and questions answered.

[inthebones]

[She has a feeling she's being laughed at rather than laughed with. Susan turns back to her seat.]

So glad to meet you, then. Don't strain a muscle smiling.

[Sometimes her wit was less witty and more petty.]

[productions]

[She'll walk off laughing to herself.]