Serial Killer Round 45: The Roaring Twenties (3: Voting Period)

[NeoAC]

What am I doing here? Why am I risking myself in a situation like this? This is ridiculous. I shouldn't be here. Course I guess I shouldn't be anywhere near here.

Calvin took a spot in the back of the main hall where it seemed everyone had been gathered. He just hoped he wouldn't be noticed, and in this throng of people, it looked like he might get his wish.

 

[CounterAttack]

No sooner had Karl stepped through the double doors of the manor than they slammed behind him - the security were likely on orders to do so - and the world plunged into darkness. A trap. But not one in which he was at a total disadvantage. He could easily move through the minimal lighting conditions, most likely without being seen, but in the interest of maintaining a public face he chose not to. Instead he cast an eye about the room, a mild frown being his expression of choice. A couple of others had produced lights from somewhere.

"Shouldn't we be investigating this power failure, rather than just sitting here and waiting for something to happen?" he queried of the room, slightly amused that no-one had thought of this before he did.

 

[RaNDM G]

"Yes. Let's blunder about t'e old dark house, t'as a very good idea."

 

[xTwinkiesx]

"Well, I'm glad someone caught on. Indeed, I can't think of a reason to gather a couple dozen strangers together and lock them in the dark just to do nice things to them. We need light, yes; but, we also need to find a way to get us all out of here. We should start with a head count. We'll know what to work with from there."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Maybe eight voices so far, t'ough sure to be more. T'ere were more t'an a dozen cars parked out t'ere."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Most certainly better than doing nothing," the doctor mumbled before following with a much clearer voice. "Exactly how are we to go about this, do you suppose?"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

"'Ach, Sure just git up and about, if anyone asks, we were just looking for the Jax (Toilet)" David commented before he got up, taking his pint with him.
"Besides, we're guests like, wouldn't have invited us if they didn't want us." He said as he left the Dining Hall and entered a Pitch Black Hallway.
"Fecking 'Ell, this place is darker then....Ah Jayus, I'm at a lost for words..."

 

[CounterAttack]

"It's simple, really," Karl answered the less pessimistic of the two who had responded to him. "We go through every room in the place until we find what we're looking for. Search each one carefully, use whatever light sources you have to help you look around. The electricity could be powered from anywhere. If it's a total power failure, then we may have more of an issue on our hands than a simple blown fuse," he explained.

If the fuses are fine, and the power was cut deliberately, then first on the agenda is to escape. No prison can hold me.

"As I said, use whatever light sources are available. We should focus on trying to restore power before we do anything rash." Karl was used to working in the dark: he could see at least somewhat well, compared to the complaints some others had about a lack of light. It wasn't perfect night vision: he had a general idea of where the doors and such were, but couldn't tell how many people were in the room just based on what he could and couldn't see.

 

[sky14kemea]

"Perhaps some introductions first, before we go wandering around a pitch black mansion. Besides, I have no light source, so if someone would be kind enough to share..." Amanda said, trailing off at the end. She assumed there was a reason they were all gathered here.

Although if their riches are as vast as this mansion, I wouldn't be surprised if this was some eccentric prank. She thought to herself.

She cleared her throat, and decided to introduce herself first.

"Anyway, my name is Amanda Von Himmelsblaut. I'd say it was a 'pleasure' to meet you all, but I'm not able to see many of your faces."

 

[RaNDM G]

"Sheamus Connolly, ma'am."

 

[CounterAttack]

"My name is Jameson Rook, Ms Amanda," Karl promptly lied, sketching a short bow in the direction of her voice. Based on her choice of words, she seemed the type to appreciate such a gesture, though it was likely difficult to see him do so.

Given the circumstances, he had no reason to trust any of these people with anything even remotely correct about himself, so he simply invented an alias off the top of his head, complete with non-specific background information. "I have a modest, private income... truth be told, though, this isn't usually my kind of place. I travelled a fairly long way to get here." The key, in Karl's mind, was to provide details that intrigued the listener, but without revealing anything meaningful about oneself.

 

[Nouw]

Although alarmed by the sudden darkness, Henry found solace in being in a crowd. He was only a musician, and no one thought twice about a musician. Soon enough the hall lit up, presumably by their own match-sticks. Better than nothing I suppose. They began to introduce themselves, but Henry didn't want to introduce himself just yet; it'd be fishy to jump in outta nowhere. Henry decided to wait it out until more people followed suit.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

A spark of light quickly illuminated the group as Sylvia lit a cigarette, already placed in it's holder, and took a long, deep drag. She was curious who it was that had invited her here, judging by the estate whoever it was wealthy. That was always a promising sign. But why to lengths to pull such a mean spirited prank? Dumping them in the dark with only lighters and matches as light sources was hardly fair.

Oh well

It was time for her to introduce herself first before pondering about future husbands.

"I'm Sylvia Forsythe" She said as the smoke escaped her mouth and took another drag as she waited for a reply.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

All Emile could see was the barely illuminated silhouettes lit by matches or lighters. From his point of view it looked like stars in the dark sky or tracers in the deep night. All it needed was the mud and blood and he could have mistaken it for his post. Still, the benefits of the dark was not being seen and that was what he wanted to keep to seeing as everybody was already introducing themselves like whoever put them there wanted. The darkness gave him another cloak to hide behind for the time being until someone bumped into him or something else mysteriously happens.

 

[Sanguine]

"I'm terribly sorry to intrude, I thought I should introduce myself, Richard. A pleasure to meet you all, I don't suppose anyone would be kind enough to offer me a light?"

OOC
EDITspeech marks for speech, herp derp

 

[Sanguine]

OOC: I'm really sorry for this but I'm quite new to this kind of role playing, so if anyone could give me any general advice I'd really appreciate it.

But as a general question, is it relevent to post your character's thoughts about a situation? Again, sorry for being such a noob

EDIT Hindsight tells me it would have been expedient to ask this BEFORE the round started, but you know how that goes. Again, my apologies.

 

[sky14kemea]

OOC: @Sanguine: Just copy what most people are doing. Speech in "quotations" and all that. S'what I do. =P

 

[Nouw]

Geez that didn't take very long.

"I'm Henry Goodman, musician," he announced. Short and simple, no more details were needed.

 

[Sanguine]

OOC: @Sanguine: Just copy what most people are doing. Speech in "quotations" and all that. S'what I do. =P

OOC: Cheers, again sorry for breaking the good flow so far

Wise, wise words. Though now that someone's said it, I feel so stupid that I didn't realize that I should have done it in the first place, damn you hindsight.

FROM NOW ON!

 

[xTwinkiesx]

Harold listened patiently, letting the guests introduce themselves before revealing himself. He considered for a moment whether to give an alias, as these people were certainly not to be trusted. What is it that brought them all together in the first place? And, more importantly, for what purpose? He cursed inwardly at the very real possibility that his fame and political campaign were known to all the guests here. Honesty was the safest route. For now.

"Some of you may have heard of me. My name is Harold Blake. I, too, would claim the pleasure of meeting you all, if it weren't for the circumstance. About the lack of lights...I believe I saw some candles in the foyer. Please excuse me a moment."

Harold lights a match before leaving the room, his footsteps echoing as he moves further away from the "party".

OOC: @Sanguine: Is it relevant to post your character's thoughts? In a word: potentially. In more words: I'd say it depends mostly on how much you want to flesh out your character. And hell, just for paranoia purposes, it could be used as a check to make sure that character knowledge and player knowledge remain separate.

On the hand, I'm just as new to this; so, don't just take my word for it.