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
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Comments

[inthebones]

I didn't. But it's on the Disc.

[A brief pause.]

I expect we can skip to the bit now where you gasp in shock as you realize some of us are from worlds you've never heard of.

[tsarcasm]

Yes. Yes we can.

[ Pause. Deep breath. ]

Sorry, what? Okay, countries I've never heard of, I can deal with fine, I was never great in geography lessons anyway, but — worlds?

[inthebones]

Worlds, yes.

[She's still waiting for the gasp.]

Unless you live on a disc on the back of four elephants standing on top of a turtle as well.

...You have permission to look aghast again.

[Susan seems to be enjoying herself.]

[tsarcasm]

I don't — turtle? Elephants?

[ And look aghast she does. The expression only intensifies as she watches Susan's reaction. ]

Do you enjoy doing this to people?

[inthebones]

I didn't before I came here, no, given that we were all quite familiar with it.

[Susan smiles blandly.]

I don't think the Disc is of much importance now, though.

[tsarcasm]

[ It takes a lot of effort for her to bite back a sarcastic response, but she does. ]

...Yeah.

There are lots of different people here. But what matters now isn't our home. It's to get back to those homes. Even if that home is flying turtle land.

[inthebones]

It's swimming turtle land, actually. And you don't generally see the turtle unless you peer over the edge of the world. ...Most people don't do it voluntarily.

[Susan takes a small sip of tea.]

I would fully agree if anyone had the least idea how to go about doing that. Perhaps we should take a step back.

[tsarcasm]

Right, swimming turtle land, whatever... A step back? What do you mean?

[inthebones]

We're all terribly interested in going home, naturally, but perhaps we ought to consider for a moment the circumstances under which we arrived. It may be useful.