week 7 - weekend

[productions]

murder manor week seven



saturday & sunday

11 players remaining.

This is a general mingle post. Please put your character's name, the time, and location in the subject heading of their comment. Players may also thread in logs, either posted to murdermanor or in a private locked journal post filtered to include productions.

This post will cover the weekend period from the end of trial Friday evening to Sunday afternoon, when new incentives will be announced. No murders will take place over this time.

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Poland - Saturday - Various

[notyetlost]

[Morning - Ballroom]

[Poland's up for breakfast and... well. Really he's just boredly flopping the sleeves of his ridiculously oversized sweater around waiting for who's going to be the first one to demand he fork over the secret passages map.

He's betting on Susan personally. Always bet on old ladies cloaked in black.]

[Afternoon - Stables]

[It's Saturday which means it's one of the days Poland's designated as outside days so he's going to hang out at the stables now that they're actually being put to use with Lithium here. He brought carrots and sugar cubes!]

Morning

[vytis]

[Lithuania has no need to ask Poland for the map, so he will have to keep waiting. He does take note of the sweater, though, and flushes a little while pretending to ignore it.]

Good morning.

[He is actually going to eat food today!]

[notyetlost]

[Lithuania doesn't count, all bets are still on!]

Mo~oooorning. [Flop flop flop-- Honestly it looks like he's being devoured by it.]

So like, got any plans today?

[vytis]

[He was right, it really is way too big on Poland.]

Only things you'd think were boring.

[So, reading.]

[notyetlost]

Nerd.

You're seriously going to waste the weekend in the library?

[vytis]

Not everyone hates books. [He's teasing.]

[notyetlost]

I like books! I've got two by my bed.

I'm just not completely obsessed with them like some people.

[teenspirit]

[ Am I going to NPC a horse?

Yes. I'm NPCing a horse.

Lithium seems bored in her stall, and she perks up when she hears someone walk in. ]

[notyetlost]

[You are a true NPC hero.]

Hiiiii Lithium~! [Poland waves, cheerfully approaching.]

I like. Brought you some treats and junk, don't tell Sonia. [Because Gundam's not the only one who carries around delicious snacks apparently.]

[teenspirit]

[ Treats. Yessss. Lithium is already nosing her way over the latch, leaning her head out to study Poland hopefully. Either she wants the treats or to be freed from the stall or both. ]

[notyetlost]

You want out? I like, totally don't blame you I'm exactly the same after a trial. [Poland will oblige her with a carrot...

before hesitantly looking around for any possible witnesses to him borrowing a princess' horse without asking. Once he's satisfied he's clear, he'll let Lithium out.]

[teenspirit]

[ In a brilliant show of multitasking, Lithium will both eat the carrot and trot haughtily out of the stall at the same time. But she's well-trained, and she doesn't make a break for it; she seems satisfied enough to be out, and just stands there staring at Poland, either awaiting instructions or more treats. ]

[notyetlost]

The grounds are kind of small but I don't mind taking you out if you reallllly want to go.

[Poland pets her enthusiastically, offering her more carrots.]

Eat this carrot if you totally want to go for a ride.

Morning

[humanic]

[Poland is going to lose that bet, because Stiles is as nosy and curious as they come. HE LEARNED IT FROM YOU, FATHERLAND.]

So! I hear you've got a couple of secrets up your sleeve.

[notyetlost]

[Somehow Poland doesn't mind losing this bet.]

Maybe. [Poland flaps his wrist flippantly, although it's hard to see under all the fabric.]

[humanic]

[He leans forward and props his chin on his hand.]

Anything I can do to help convince you to share? You know, for security reasons and safety issues and all that junk, and not at all because secret passageways are super cool and I can't believe I haven't actually found any yet.

[notyetlost]

Aside from the one I came clean about already?

[Poland drums his fingers on the table thoughtfully. After hearing about how Kaoru managed to get Beat to drink from the chalice in the church, Poland had already decided to come clean about all the passageways.

Stiles doesn't know that though.]

I'll show you, but you owe me a favor that I can cash in whenever. Completely null and void in relation to murder plots. Deal?

[humanic]

You're not gonna make me dress up in that nurse's outfit, are you?

[He drums his own fingers on the table, thinking it over, before the curiosity finally gets a hold of him and he holds out his hand.]

Deal.

[notyetlost]

Also you can't show Susan, I want to rub it in her face. [Poland takes Stiles' hand, grinning as he shakes it.]

As for the nurse outfit I totally wasn't but, that's definitely a possibility now.

[Poland finishes his orange juice, bouncing up from the table.]

Morning

[inthebones]

[Simply because someone beat the old lady cloaked in black doesn't mean she won't show up eventually.]

I trust you and Lithuania have reconciled?

[Says someone who was definitely not spying from across the room.]

[notyetlost]

[He's been expecting you!

That's why he's appraising his nails like they're suddenly the most interesting thing he's ever seen.]

Maybe.

[inthebones]

I notice neither of you are tenterhooks anymore, anyway.

[She wonders if Poland ever looked up the proper way to use that word.]

In any case... I believe you're privy to information the rest of us should know for our own future safety.

[notyetlost]

...maybe?

[He didn't.]

Yeah, I figured that's what you were actually interested in. [Poland pulls out a folded up piece of paper from inside his sweater and holds it up.]

[inthebones]

Very kind of you to be so forthcoming.

...If you created a fake document, I'll know the moment I try one of them, just as a note.

[notyetlost]

Oh it's not fake.

You might have a hard time seeing it though, what with your cataracts.

[If Susan opens the paper, it will be entirely blank to her.]