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

[inthebones]

But flowers don't stand up straight in the wind. They bend. Haven't you ever heard the story of the Oak and the Reeds?

[...This metaphor or whatever it was was getting out of control.]

((you saw nothing!!! sob sorry))

[detectus]

They bend enough so they don't break, but are strong enough not to collapse.

Seems like a difficult balance to manage.

[inthebones]

Only because of their roots. So it seems the same thing that keeps them immobile simultaneously keeps them sturdy.

[...]

I haven't the least idea what we're speaking of anymore, by the by.

[detectus]

Flowers.

And kidnapping.

[inthebones]

I believe these cards were involved somehow as well.

[Susan idly glances through the information again.]

I must say, you're rather poetic for a banshee. ...Not to mention solid.

[detectus]

The woman who told me I was a banshee was a psycho dark druid who sacrificed people.

I'm not sure I'd take it at face value.

[inthebones]

And yet, psycho dark druids who say outrageous things almost inevitably end up being right. It's one of the little irritations of life.

[She examines the card thoughtfully.]

They, at least, were convinced.

[detectus]

I still don't know anything about it. How it works. What I can do.

I just get to stumble onto dead bodies.

[inthebones]

...Yes, it says as much here.

[A glance up at Lydia.]

Well. On the plus side, at least it means you aren't the dead body.

[This would be remarkably intuitive given what would be spoken to them in about a half hour.]

[detectus]

I almost was.

Once. I was the "girl who knew too much". Sort of catchy. A bit long though.

[inthebones]

I suppose it's more interesting than 'most likely to succeed'.

What did you know too much of? Did you go about spying on psycho dark druids as a hobby?