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

[vytis]

I wonder what they could possibly want? [Lithuania is starting to doubt ransom.]

[motheringnation]

I don't know. You'd think they'd keep us locked up if this was about ransom money.

[And really stealing countries? It sounded like something out of a bad movie.]

[vytis]

Well, they have kept us confined to this area, at least. [But something like cages would be more convenient for them, surely.] I don't really know, I've never kidnapped anyone.

[...Okay sort of never kidnapped anyone. There have been a few times he's taken nations back to live with him, but that's different.]

[motheringnation]

Neither have I. But it seems strange....