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.

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Comments

[reunified]

Yeah. Yeah, it really is. [ So much for it being a resort. ]

Do you want to sit down? Have a drink? I can get you some water, or maybe they have tea..? [ God he's bad at this. ]

[teenspirit]

[ There certainly is a beautiful feast laid out, but all her appetite and thirst is gone. Still... ]

I-I guess so... Allow me! [ She reaches with fumbling hands to pour some water. ]

[reunified]

[ He reaches to intercept her, carefully pushing her hands away to do it himself. ]

It's okay, I'll do it. Just relax and catch your breath.

[ His hands aren't much better, but if he focuses they're mostly steady. It's something to distract him, at least. ]

Here.

[ A half-full water glass is offered, the extra room in the glass to accommodate her unsteadiness. ]

Take deep breaths. It'll be okay. No one is going to murder anyone.

[ He's not a very good liar, but his own shock has thankfully numbed his voice. It helps keeping him from slipping up. ]

[teenspirit]

[ She takes the glass and offers a tiny, discouraged smile. ]

I... I am sorry... I am truly making the worst of impressions...

[reunified]

[ He tries to return the smile, but it's not much more hopeful. ]

Don't worry about. We're... We're all pretty shaken up right now.