week 8 - monday & tuesday

[productions]

murder manor week eight



monday, tuesday

10 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.

Please remember the effects of this week's incentive.

Setting & Rules
Private Conversations
Plotting

Comments

[teenspirit]

We drink for everything in my country. [ She does look terribly ill, though. ] You... look well. [ What's up with that? She coughs into her elbow. ]

[inthebones]

I talk too much. To the surprise of no one.

[Susan feels her own forehead with her hand briefly after setting down the tray.]

The fever, if I have one yet, is mild. I'm well enough today to do what I can to care for the rest of you. We'll see if it holds tomorrow.

[Sonia's forehead is felt now before Susan backs away with a frown.]

Your temperature is quite high - the intermediate category, I think.

[teenspirit]

[ She gives a feverish smile. ]

Then I am lucky, lucky! Actually... if you are here... I think it- [ She coughs violently. ] You should... check on Anya... Please.

[inthebones]

[Susan pauses at that, her expression solemn.]

...Miss Romanov is... doing very poorly. ...It's progressed much more quickly.

I will do everything I possibly can for her. Try to keep your own strength up, Sonia.

[teenspirit]

I... I thought so...

[ Silence. ] If someone does not do something soon, she will die. We all will.

[inthebones]

If we cannot stave it off the normal way, we will decide what to do. If that means two of us need to make a sacrifice, then... so be it.

[A slight sigh.]

Ideally, we find the Mastermind tonight. But I don't think that's something to rely on.

[teenspirit]

[ Her eyes begin to water; she sneezes. ]

D'you think it will be that easy? Ah... maybe it's best if we all just lie here and die... It'll kill them, too...

[inthebones]

[Susan hands her a handkerchief.]

...Of course not. At this point, we'd be making nothing more than a guess. There's hardly anything to go on.

A few people have bantered about ideas - I feature prominently in many of them, I believe.

[teenspirit]

[ She coughs into it. ]

Nuh-uh. [ She shakes her head. ] Haven' they ever read a... whatchacallit... mmmm, a whodunit? It's never the person who seems obvious... No offense, but you are definitely pretty obvious...

[inthebones]

My talents are put to waste as a schoolteacher, I see. I've missed my calling in organizing and manipulating people all across Ankh-Morpork into committing elaborate murders for my own amusement. If only I'd found out sooner.

[Susan will bring the soup closer to the edge of the tray towards Sonia.]

...I know you might not be in the mood to eat, but you should try to get something down.

[teenspirit]

A teacher? [ Sonia laughs; it turns into a wretched cough. ] You- you must be hella efficient!

[ She looks down at the soup, a little nervously. ] Ah... eheh... N-not hungry...

[inthebones]

...Oh.

Yes, there's that consideration as well.

[Susan frowns slightly.]

Do you think you're well enough to go into the ballroom for meals? If you don't eat, you'll grow weaker more quickly.

[teenspirit]

I can do it! If not... we can bring my horse inside again!

[ Is she joking? Who knows. ]

[inthebones]

...We wouldn't want her getting ill now, either.

[Sensible Susan is hardly offended by Sonia's refusal. She'll stoop and leave the hot water bottle wrapped up in a blanket by Sonia's bed.]

I can promise you that I'd poison someone else first, if it helps.

[teenspirit]

I just... do not wan' to be a burden to anyone... 'Specially since we are all sick, yes?

[inthebones]

It's quite alright. If I were thrashing about and dying of delirium, I'd probably still refuse to eat anything I didn't prepare myself.

...Take care, then, Sonia.

[Susan will retreat towards the door with the soup.]