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Murder Mysterium - Night 2, Conservatory
[ ALCHEME! and SEA.DI enter.
Outside the domed glass of the conservatory, night has fallen. The sky here is dark, clouded over with clouds so low as to feel claustrophobic-- the sort of weather and sort of place where a conservatory to retreat to would be welcome, to feel some sort of warmth that the sky stubbornly refuses to provide. Efforts have been made to make the place seem as bright and airy as possible, despite this: the sunburst pattern in the metal framework, the greening copper giving the place some brightness where wrought iron would make the place feel like a cage. Green and gold tiles circle an artificial pond, encircled themselves by shelves, lined with pots, overflowing with devil's ivy. Citrus perfumes the air. A small tea-table has been set up, with chairs for two or three to retreat to.
There isn't anything different beyond the usual decor of the room. However, the longer AlcheME! stays, the more keenly aware they become of the quiet but steady tick-tick-tick in the background. There isn't a clock that makes that noise in sight . . . what could it be?
Perhaps sea.Di knows. Regardless, everyone in the room knows this: before the dawn comes, AlcheME! will die. Even if it is not directly by sea.Di's hand, AlcheME! lost the moment they entered. ]
Outside the domed glass of the conservatory, night has fallen. The sky here is dark, clouded over with clouds so low as to feel claustrophobic-- the sort of weather and sort of place where a conservatory to retreat to would be welcome, to feel some sort of warmth that the sky stubbornly refuses to provide. Efforts have been made to make the place seem as bright and airy as possible, despite this: the sunburst pattern in the metal framework, the greening copper giving the place some brightness where wrought iron would make the place feel like a cage. Green and gold tiles circle an artificial pond, encircled themselves by shelves, lined with pots, overflowing with devil's ivy. Citrus perfumes the air. A small tea-table has been set up, with chairs for two or three to retreat to.
There isn't anything different beyond the usual decor of the room. However, the longer AlcheME! stays, the more keenly aware they become of the quiet but steady tick-tick-tick in the background. There isn't a clock that makes that noise in sight . . . what could it be?
Perhaps sea.Di knows. Regardless, everyone in the room knows this: before the dawn comes, AlcheME! will die. Even if it is not directly by sea.Di's hand, AlcheME! lost the moment they entered. ]
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