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

[aozaki]

Fair enough. Then yes, I can at least confirm that magic and sorcery are real. Would you like a demonstration now?

[reunified]

[ Hah, a few months ago--a few days ago, even--he'd be skeptical as all hell. Right now he just... isn't. Things have been too weird. ]

Sure. Just... don't do anything that'll hurt anyone.

[aozaki]

I can't either way, my magic isn't good for anything but party tricks since arrival. If it means anything to you, that's how I knew immediately upon awakening that there were terribly wrong things with this place.

[she shrugs, and turning to face him, draws a symbol in the air. The space where the tip of her index passed leaves a glowing trail too, the first sign of anything supernatural.]

Kenaz.

[That done, her hand drops back to idle by her side. The area where she cast the rune remains lit up, as if someone's hung an invisible lantern right there that's made it just as bright as any other corner of the ballroom where things are properly illuminated by a physical source.

She doesn't say anything, but the unspoken question's obvious. Was that good enough proof?]