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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[tsarcasm]

Last time? It was — [ Abruptly, she cuts off, and there's a long pause. ]

I... I don't remember. [ All the anger has gone out of her; she seems almost deflated. ] It's like it's right there on the tip of my tongue, but somehow, I can't...

[balzams]

[Maybe it's the memory less they'd been told about. Latvia had barely noticed it himself but now he realised there were names and faces that only just escaped him]

Th-that's kind of common though... Like with names and words.

Maybe it'll come back to you in a minute.

[Hopefully...]

[tsarcasm]

It's not going to. This isn't a name or a word, it's something way more important, and now it's gone. Disappeared. Not coming back. This is exactly what that sign was talking about!

[balzams]

O-Oh... I'm sorry.

[Latvia doesn't really know how to respond to that, or anything here for that matter]

S-so it was an important memory then?

[Better find out who might potentially be a murderer]

[tsarcasm]

It was a really important memory. Something that's key to everything that's happened to me.

[balzams]

[That really does sound important. In a way he feels a little jealous. He can't even remember the kind of memory he's supposed to be missing.

Guess they did a damn good job of wiping his brain]

I don't think it's something to murder for... If you can get out of here I'm sure you must be able to find some kind of clue.