week 1 - day 0

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murder manor week one



sunday

[As promised, on Sunday morning at 9 AM, the grandfather clock in the foyer begins to chime. The doors to the drawing room are left open, although the doors to the smoking room adjacent are locked. Set out in the drawing room is a fine selection of coffee, tea, fruit, and pastries. There are also enough chairs, lounges, and sofas for everyone to have a seat.

Once everyone has filed in, the doors to the drawing room will close and lock]

This is an NPC post as well as an open mingle. Players may reply to the NPC, or may discuss the game amongst themselves. Players will be locked in the room until 10 AM. Please see the plot and in character rule pages below. Anyone wishing to submit a murder for the week must do so by Monday at 9 PM EST.

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[inthebones]

...

[Well that was probably the first thing that left her actually speechless.]

-- Oh! Yes. ...I do recall reading that now. You mean you wish for someone to care for them if you're removed from the game.

[This had taken an unexpected turn for the serious.]

I shall see what I can do. It isn't as if I don't have a rodent practically residing in my house, either.

[godwhisperer]

[Definitely serious, and he's clearly embarrassed by it. But it would worry him constantly otherwise; with no one thinking of them, they would likely be abandoned in his room to starve. He wouldn't expect anyone to think about him again if he were gone, not long enough to remember the animals. But he shrugs her comment off.]

It was merely a response to allegations of what would slake the vengeful thirst of my spirit upon passing. In truth, I would not entrust these beasts to any who had not proven themselves worthy of wielding such power.

The one capable of killing me may be the only one who possesses the strength to command them.

[inthebones]

Good grief. I certainly wouldn't want my murderer taking care of my beloved pets.

Very well, then; if you pass and no one else remembers your Dark Hamsters, I'll locate a suitable keeper, and you can come back from the afterlife to test them in battle and whatnot.

I probably shouldn't be trusted with small animals that aren't immortal, really.

[godwhisperer]

Th...thank you.

[He is genuinely happy that she would promise something like that, but in an embarrassed way. He pulls his scarf over his face and clears his throat.]

I am summoned elsewhere. I must see to it that my quarters are warded against psychic attacks.

[inthebones]

You're very welcome.

[Gundam will be allowed to flee in embarrassment. Susan knows when not to push it.]

While you're at it, I'd go ahead and ward the quarters against physical intrusions. I don't know if I trust these locks.

[godwhisperer]

Very well. I will ensure my wards are sufficient.

[And he's walking off.]