HoHH PORT - And On that Mercenary Note, Let the Games Begin (Midnight/Lockdown)

[impure_tale]

WHO: Everybody in Port, including NPCs Steven Price, Evelyn Stockard Price (Martha), and Watson Pritchett (Desmond). -- If anybody else wanted Non-Patient Wardens and I missed it, PLEASE IM ME

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11:30 PM - The End of the Hearse Ride and the Walk Up to the House

[impure_tale]

[In which people will get out of their hearses and follow Watson Pritchett up to the House -- because the road is out once you get to a certain point.]

11:30 PM - Pretend like Desmond looks ANYTHING like Pritchett.

[thatsaflaregun]

[There is a nervous-looking man in glasses, beckoning the hearses forward in an uneasy fashion and then urging them to stop with a lot of dramatic waves of his hands. He's American, a nervous sort, and he's protecting the gates like they're his firstborn children.

There is absolutely nothing of Desmond in him, except for the occasional slip into Desmond's slang.]

Stop. Please. Just... Stop. Yes. Right there. Okay. Everyone out. The road's out, so we're gonna have to walk and if you'll do this in an orderly fashion... No one's going to get hurt. Or something.

11:40 PM - Arriving at the Party and OMG Exploding Stained Glass Window

[impure_tale]

[Coming into the main Hall, you notice the place has a modern styling, decorated for a high class party. The ceiling in the main entryway, however, is something almost classical, a stained glass window depicting angels and demons fighting over deformed, mad souls trapped in the center. This used to scare Pritchett as a kid. Stare at it.

Feel Creeped Out.

Then get out of the way. Without warning, the window will shatter, sending heavy, iron-laden shards of glass careening down toward any unsuspecting guests.]

Re: 11:40 PM - Arriving at the Party and OMG Exploding Stained Glass Window

[thegooddrjones]

[Evelyn Stockard Price arrived after the initial guests did, taking a quite separate hearse. The hostess was dressed to the nines and pulling her rolling suitcase with her. She pauses in the doorway, looking quickly at the guests who had assembled to celebrate her birthday. Oh yeah, she had expected Steven to do something to fuck with her, but she definitely didn't expect this. Hell, it was barely a party. Her voice was sharp and annoyed and her face was clearly filled with disdain.]

Who the fuck are you people?

Using his flood icon to show he's wearing normal people clothes :|

[mightymorbid]

Unimpressed.

[Which isn't necessarily true. He's just kind of grumpy about walking all that way and showing up to -- well, what appears to be a hostless party. He had hoped their Wardens would be inside waiting.]

[thegooddrjones]

Consider the feeling mutual.

[Evelyn watched the man quickly, the scowl on her face before she dropped the handle of the bag. Oh this was beyond the pale even for him. When she got her hands on her husband, she was going to rip his stupid little pinstripe mustache off his god damn lip.]

11:50 PM - Funky Old House, Ain't it? Price Arrives.

[impure_tale]

[Just as things begin to calm down, a silhouette wreathed in cigar smoke descends the stairs at the far end of the main hall. This is Steven Price, who is happy no one was killed, but the night is young :| Assume he said something to this effect.]

--And on that mercenary note, let the games begin. I have here in my hand [He pulls it out of his coat and it is therefore in his hand now] an envelope. Containing a check, made out to each of you, for One Million Dollars cash. Survive the night, and your check is yours. If you don't, your check will be divvied amongst the rest. [And here, he realizes there are...many more of you than he anticipated. The envelope is rather thick, because he's am an of his word. Sort of.] Each...one of you. [A sardonic glance toward his wife] But of course you're worth it, pookie. [You can feel the love.] Mister Pritchett, you're of course welcome to take part as well.

[thatsaflaregun]

[Pritchett is SO NOT HAVING ANY OF THIS. Everyone should note that he sounds a little panicked and not in the teasing "ooooh spooky house" way he sounded outside.]

Uh. No. No, I'm not. I think I did an excellent job getting your guests up here and I-I would really like my money now. Please. [He tries to make a grab for it.]

[impure_tale]

You'd be one million dollars richer.

[thatsaflaregun]

I wouldn't know what to do with it all. [FLAIL, PRITCHETT. FLAIL.]

11:55 PM - The Party Favors, ie -- Price Gives The Inmates Guns.

[impure_tale]

But while we're on the subject of parties, let's talk about party favors.

[He brings everyone's attention to a line of elevated coffins, set up in the style of buffet tables. Inside are smaller coffins, floating on fog, which each contain a gun. The clips are welded shut.]

Naturally, they contain blanks, but they should make things more interesting.

[There's a strong chance your gun does not, in fact, contain blanks, but actual bullets. Don't test them yet; you've got a full night ahead.]

And while we're on the subject, might I ask each of your names?

[pleasesmirk]

[Swing is staring, hard at the gun in the box. He's not sure whether to pick it up or not, but if it's full of blanks and there's a certain kind of draw towards the gun. He hears that he's been asked a question, but only answers in semi-distraction as he took it in his hand.]

James Rayner. I...why...dowe... need...gunsat... all?

[Oh, that was going to cause problems.]

[impure_tale]

Your business. But in a haunted house? Why not carry protection?

[pleasesmirk]

Protection...fromwhat? Ghostsaren't... real.

[Swing looked at the gun in his hand, and then remembered who he was here with. Maybe he did need protection. How else was he going to get other people to do the right thing and go and get their wardens. They wouldn't do that. No. He'd have to make the idiots.]

MIDNIGHT - Lockdown

[impure_tale]

[As if on que -- no one is surprised given Price's penchant for the theatrical -- a strange ominous groaning begins within the bowels of the house, and everyone finds that all the doors and windows are being covered by STEEL PLATES. All exits from the house have been closed off, and nothing you do (you're welcome to try) can get them open. Steven Price actually looks a little surprised, himself.

It's agreed there has to be some kind of switch somewhere that'll unlock it. And it's likely in the basement. Everyone is free to explore but STICK TOGETHER, GAAAANG.

Also, Inmates will find that their Journals are now giving them information and sending them staticy, ominous signals from somewhere in the house. WARDENS MAY NOW BEGIN UPDATING THEIR JOURNALS.]

VERY BRIEF SELF-THREAD

[thatsphysics]

[Les tucks his gun away and approaches their host at some point after it's been agreed that searching will commence.] Mister Price. [And he's getting the resemblence -- oh ho that's so clever. No. He places an arm around his shoulders, ignoring the slightly surprised and appalled look he gets for even touching him.] Walk with me. Let's talk

[thegooddrjones]

[And Evelyn had been pouring herself a drink, the first of several that she will be having while this little bullshit is going on, now that her hair is properly down and she knows that this is going to be a very long night filled with bullshit and her husband being an ass. She also knows how the night is going to end, with her being one of the few survivors of this little blood bath. She was frankly amused by the way that this man was standing up to Steven who was entirely used to being a big shot, so she raised her glass to him quickly.]

I promise he won't fourth wall her out loud :|

[thatsphysics]

[Well HI THERE Famke Jensen who I thought was too old to be cast in X-men! Les saunters over to make conversation, get a better feel for how this is going to go down.]

So this is all for you.