Murder Mysterium - Night 3, Conservatory

[idolpro]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[skyshard]

[ aw man.

WHY

not good. he makes no move to go for a weapon, but he is a little confused. ]

... What happened to your pact with 10IV?!

[sunflowering]

. . . Well. It had been going well for a while.

[mathphysicsandzzz]

[staring at necros like they have personally offended him]

Why are you here.

[stayathome]

[ .................. wait. ]

Did you come unarmed?

[bondsofsuffering]

This would be our luck...

JUST BEFORE DAWN

[idolpro]

[ At once, the blades pick themselves up from the floors and walls as though held by invisible forces, or perhaps compelled by some sort of magnetism; they float in place for a couple moments before directing themselves—right at every member of sensitIV.

The weapons surround them ominously, a faint tremor in the air with great energy. Then—they strike.

They implant themselves into every single member of sensitIV—

No, that's not quite right. sensitIV will find themselves whisked away to another place just in time. However, to necROMANTIC's eyes, they'll see the members of sensitIV have their bodies pierced and skewed by the blades, before they're dropped to the ground, lifeless.

The door unlocks. necROMANTIC is free to head on to the next day. ]