Act One, Scene One: The Grand Salon
The Coordinates directs the players into a large and vast room that has mostly been surrendered into darkness. Here and there, some candelabras were lit as a token effort against the night.
The windows rattled from the heavy rain crashing against the windows as the wind whistled and the sea crashed down below.
There was a flash of lightning - lighting up the room to reveal several cherry wood tables, with lion-pawed chairs and faded brocade cushions surrounding each. The center piece is a circular couch of mahogany and worn blue crushed velvet - it's back to a now dead umbrella tree.
The light remained, and it's because someone had found the means to turn on the gas lamps, revealing mirrors that broke up the pale plastered walls every few yards, stained yellowed by the use of primitive light sources.
It seems the host has not made themselves known yet.
((OOC: This is a notice: If two days have gone by without a tag and no warning as to why, your turn will be skipped))
The windows rattled from the heavy rain crashing against the windows as the wind whistled and the sea crashed down below.
There was a flash of lightning - lighting up the room to reveal several cherry wood tables, with lion-pawed chairs and faded brocade cushions surrounding each. The center piece is a circular couch of mahogany and worn blue crushed velvet - it's back to a now dead umbrella tree.
The light remained, and it's because someone had found the means to turn on the gas lamps, revealing mirrors that broke up the pale plastered walls every few yards, stained yellowed by the use of primitive light sources.
It seems the host has not made themselves known yet.
((OOC: This is a notice: If two days have gone by without a tag and no warning as to why, your turn will be skipped))