Scene-Numair's tower, a "dark and stormy night". Lightning crackles in the distance, and thunder
booms low and loud. Peeks of a dark sapphire sky appear through the slowly rolling clouds.
Two cloaked figures (figgurs?) wind their way toward the tower on horseback. Rain pours down in
buckets upon the land.
"Mithros, Numair picked a fine night for a party." says Alanna mournfully. She and the other
figgur arrive at the tower in a timely fashion, quickly hand their horses over to a stable boy,
and rush to Numair's front door. He answers it, his sable hair slicked back and shiny. He is
clothed head to toe in black leather.
"Well, you look shiny," Alanna states, dragging off her sopping hood.
"Well, you look like you've had a dip in the ocean. Lemme take those wet things."
"Naw, it's not too nice a night for a swim, we've just had half an ocean dumped on us." George
reveals himself and hands the drippy cloak to Numair, who hangs them up.
"Well, you two make a pretty pair."
Alanna and George are dressed in complimentary colors: red and green. Alanna's orangey hair
shines against the blood red silk, embroidered in gold. George is a bit plainer in various
shades of green suade.
"Well, come in, come in, it might be a while before the others get here." Numair leads them
into a medium sized room furnished with comfy looking chairs, portraits of gods and immortals,
and an amply stocked bar to one side. At the other end of the room, a fire roars.
"Help yourself," Numair orders, gesturing to the bar. He then removes himself to answer another
knock at the door. King Jonathan and Queen Thayet are lead in next. They are a perfect royal
couple, Jon in yellowy gold, and Thayet pale and gorgeous in a long ivory gown. Sir Myles and
Daine arrive in rapid succesion soon after. Daine is wearing a dress-for once-of sky blue, and
Myles is in a simple outfit of dark purple. Everyone is quickly given a seat and something to
drink. Numair is the only one not sitting.
"All right then, now that everyBODY's hear, I can get this party started!" Everyone smiles,
even though it's obvious that they have no friggin' idea of what's going on. "Ok, first thing's
first, nametags for all!" Numair hands them out. All of them have a fake name written on them
already. "You'll be known by these for the rest of the night, so why don't we go 'round and
'introduce' ourselves," says Numair as he sticks on his own nametag "Alanna, you first."
"Er, all right." She peeks at the nametag. "Lady Scarlett."
"Baron Green," announces George proudly.
"King Saffron."
"Queen Diamond."
"Mage Peacock." Daine smiles at the animal reference.
"Sir Plum."
"And I'll be known as Numi. Now, lemme explain what's going to happen." He stalks around the
room, glancing suggestively at everyone. "Tonight, we have a soon-to-be-murderer in our
presence." Thunder rumbles dramatically. "Throughout the night, some of you will be killed, and
one of you will be the killer. That person already knows who they are. This will continue until
someone figgurs out who the murderer is, or until everyone is killed. Whoever figures it out
gets a special prize, unless no one figgurs it out, in which case, the murderer gets the prize."
"What's the prize?" Myles's eyes sparkle mischeviously.
"You'll see."
"And, when does all this start?" Jon tipps his head to one side.
"Right now."
And with that every single light in the room is extinguised-fire included-and a piercing scream
fills the darkness.
booms low and loud. Peeks of a dark sapphire sky appear through the slowly rolling clouds.
Two cloaked figures (figgurs?) wind their way toward the tower on horseback. Rain pours down in
buckets upon the land.
"Mithros, Numair picked a fine night for a party." says Alanna mournfully. She and the other
figgur arrive at the tower in a timely fashion, quickly hand their horses over to a stable boy,
and rush to Numair's front door. He answers it, his sable hair slicked back and shiny. He is
clothed head to toe in black leather.
"Well, you look shiny," Alanna states, dragging off her sopping hood.
"Well, you look like you've had a dip in the ocean. Lemme take those wet things."
"Naw, it's not too nice a night for a swim, we've just had half an ocean dumped on us." George
reveals himself and hands the drippy cloak to Numair, who hangs them up.
"Well, you two make a pretty pair."
Alanna and George are dressed in complimentary colors: red and green. Alanna's orangey hair
shines against the blood red silk, embroidered in gold. George is a bit plainer in various
shades of green suade.
"Well, come in, come in, it might be a while before the others get here." Numair leads them
into a medium sized room furnished with comfy looking chairs, portraits of gods and immortals,
and an amply stocked bar to one side. At the other end of the room, a fire roars.
"Help yourself," Numair orders, gesturing to the bar. He then removes himself to answer another
knock at the door. King Jonathan and Queen Thayet are lead in next. They are a perfect royal
couple, Jon in yellowy gold, and Thayet pale and gorgeous in a long ivory gown. Sir Myles and
Daine arrive in rapid succesion soon after. Daine is wearing a dress-for once-of sky blue, and
Myles is in a simple outfit of dark purple. Everyone is quickly given a seat and something to
drink. Numair is the only one not sitting.
"All right then, now that everyBODY's hear, I can get this party started!" Everyone smiles,
even though it's obvious that they have no friggin' idea of what's going on. "Ok, first thing's
first, nametags for all!" Numair hands them out. All of them have a fake name written on them
already. "You'll be known by these for the rest of the night, so why don't we go 'round and
'introduce' ourselves," says Numair as he sticks on his own nametag "Alanna, you first."
"Er, all right." She peeks at the nametag. "Lady Scarlett."
"Baron Green," announces George proudly.
"King Saffron."
"Queen Diamond."
"Mage Peacock." Daine smiles at the animal reference.
"Sir Plum."
"And I'll be known as Numi. Now, lemme explain what's going to happen." He stalks around the
room, glancing suggestively at everyone. "Tonight, we have a soon-to-be-murderer in our
presence." Thunder rumbles dramatically. "Throughout the night, some of you will be killed, and
one of you will be the killer. That person already knows who they are. This will continue until
someone figgurs out who the murderer is, or until everyone is killed. Whoever figures it out
gets a special prize, unless no one figgurs it out, in which case, the murderer gets the prize."
"What's the prize?" Myles's eyes sparkle mischeviously.
"You'll see."
"And, when does all this start?" Jon tipps his head to one side.
"Right now."
And with that every single light in the room is extinguised-fire included-and a piercing scream
fills the darkness.