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

[notyetlost]

Werewolves? [Poland purses his lips in thought. The mention of wolves brings up something vague and fuzzy in his memory, but nothing for werewolves.] Mmm... nope! I do have a pet dragon, but Marochka's like totally harmless so your face should definitely stay intact.

Oh my god that's like a crime against humanity! There's a kitchen in this place right?

[humanic]

Huh. A dragon might actually be pretty cool to see, I gotta admit.

Yeah, but I dunno what kind of ingredients they've got in there. Seems like all this food just appears outta nowhere. [He pauses. Poland's card was one of the ones that stood out the most to him for several reasons...]

Okay, I gotta ask. What's with your name? Poland, Spain, Lithuania...they're even weirder than mine.

[notyetlost]

She's cute! Super cute! Just not a big fan of sulfur and guys in chain-mail.

A kitchen isn't like a kitchen without potatoes in it somewhere. [If the doors unlock anytime soon, Poland's not opposed to ditching dinner to make pierogi. Eating with strangers is stressful anyways.]

My name's my name. I mean I mostly answer to Polska at home, but Poland's fine. Republic of Poland if you're feeling formal. [As for the other names, Poland just shrugs.]

I've never heard of Spain before. [The other one sounded like it should be familiar for some reason, but he's drawing a complete blank.]

[humanic]

[He pauses.]

...okay, so let me get this straight. When you say Republic of Poland...you mean you're the actual country? Like a personification? Or just some kind of representative?

[notyetlost]

Totes for the first one. Kinda on the second one. Third one at world meetings.

[humanic]

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully.]

Huh. That explains the whole over 1000 years old thing, at least. Is there one of you guys for every country then? Man, I'd hate to meet America, he'd probably be some asshole Jackson-type jock. [A+ PATRIOT HERE...]

...hang on, if you're really Poland, how come you've never heard of Spain? He's kinda a major country in Europe! I thought it was us Americans who're supposed to be dumb about international affairs?

[notyetlost]

He can be kind of a jerk, but we're decent enough allies. [Poland scratches his head.] ...I think.

And I'm not dumb! It's just that I don't usually deal with the international stuff that much. I have a partner who takes care of that junk. [Who exactly his partner is or what his partner even looks like though is still completely slipping his mind.] I'm in charge of the entirety of Eastern Europe! I can't do everything myself. God.