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Murder Mysterium - Night 3, Conservatory
[ SENSITIV and NECROMANTIC 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.
Beyond the usual decor of the room, several bladed weapons are embedded in the floors and walls—easily within access for anyone who wants to pull the weapons out and fight.
sensitIV will find the weapons heavier to use, however, regardless of their proficiency in them. Everyone in the room knows this: before the dawn comes, sensitIV will die. Even if it is not directly by necROMANTIC's hand, sensitIV 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.
Beyond the usual decor of the room, several bladed weapons are embedded in the floors and walls—easily within access for anyone who wants to pull the weapons out and fight.
sensitIV will find the weapons heavier to use, however, regardless of their proficiency in them. Everyone in the room knows this: before the dawn comes, sensitIV will die. Even if it is not directly by necROMANTIC's hand, sensitIV lost the moment they entered. ]
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Oh dear, that's terrible for you. You have my sympathies.
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Would you like me to try fending you off with my bare fists? Will that add more intrigue?
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Ohh, I could wail and scream the whole time too -- will that help?
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[ FOLLOWS ]
You could at least entertain me before I die!
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You've got a lot of nerve. Just how am I supposed to entertain you, huh?
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The more faces you make, the better you're doing! Keep it up!
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-- what!? What kind of answer is that!? I thought I'd put up with you since you're about to die, but you're just spouting weird things!