The clock strikes twelve. The gong of the grandfather clock in the foyer tolls out the time in slightly unnecessarily obnoxious loud noises. The ambiance of this old mansion demands respect, care, awe --
Okay, no, wait, why are you even in this stupid dusty house?
No reasons are forthcoming, because everyone knows that people just end up in places like this sometimes. That's just how the narrative device works. The hows and the whys don't matter -- all that matters is that you're all here, so you'd better get cracking and start exploring, because it's not like you can leave yet.
Or ever, maybe.
 Good day, sirs and madams. Might I interest you in a nice glass of blood...y mary?
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PHASE I [ 02 15 ] All you see is white. The crash of thunder hits your ears next, punctuated by the piercing pitch of white noise in the background. After a few blinks, your vision comes back to you. Oh good, glad that you’ve joined us in the land of the living. Unlike the nondescript corpse at your feet – it looks like… a butler? Oh dear. You’ve already killed Murder Suspect Number One in most situations. How terribly ironic.
After all, who could’ve killed him but you? You might not remember, but there is definitely a murder weapon in your hand. It’s probably a knife or a poisoned glass of wine or-
Wait, is that a toaster? A full on toaster? Or maybe it’s a taser. Maybe you bludgeoned this poor guy with an entire encyclopedia. Either way, it looks like your murder weapon is a little unconventional, whether it’s a stranger’s pair of underwear or a hair curler. Are you really supposed to believe you committed a murder with these? (Yes.)
That said in the next second the double doors will be opening up. It’s pretty clear you’re not alone. Think quick!
PHASE II [ 0600 ] Exploring more around the compound, you’ll find plenty of those tall, oil portraits of people hung around the walls. When you start walking, they’re all strangers. However by the time that you feel like you’re wandering around for an hour, two hours, they might start looking a little bit more… familiar? Mom? Is that you?
You don’t have time to think about that, though. You were clearly framed! You don't’ have a motive for killing some random NPC –
“Or do you?” a portrait will ask.
Oh. Holy shit. Well it’d just be rude to leave, right? Whether you stick around for conversation or not, you’ll find that was just the beginning. The portraits are going to start grilling you. Welcome to CERES Central’s Roast of You. What was your motive? Don’t you know you should respect the servants? How would you feel if you were caught like that? Careful turning your back on them though, because if you ignore them for too long, the subjects in the portraits may just reach out and snatch you to join them in their portrait world.
At that point, the only way to get out is to swap places with some other poor, unsuspecting soul wandering around.
PHASE III [ 1045 ] You know what makes me hungry? Murder.
What’s the point of making a mansion this big anyway? Who’s even here? Either way, whether you’re looking for the kitchen to make a fine post-homicide sandwich or just trying to escape, you’ll eventually make it to a stairwell. The most finicky stairwell ever. Is that a trail of bloody footprints leading up the steps? What? No. Stop it, just climb.
Or well – don’t climb too quickly now. The staircases apparently have a mind of their own, swapping from one doorway to another. You definitely haven’t seen this before. It would seem that these stairs might even be interested in keeping you in a circle forever, no concern for whether or not you’re hungry or, god forbid, need to use the restroom.
However the portraits in the stairwell will provide a little tip: “The stairs are gossips, you know. Why don’t you tell us a little something about yourself? Make it good!”
Weirdly enough, sound advice – that is, if you’re interested in shouting out your most embarrassing secrets into the void so a mansion can keep talking shit about you. Oh well. Your alternative is just being a stair golem. There are worse fates.
PHASE IV [ 1430 ] This hall is oddly quiet.
Well, until you hear it – the soft sniffles coming from down the hall, the broken sobs. It sounds like someone’s crying. For one reason or another, your footsteps take you forward – there’s really no point in going back now after all, right? Yet as you continue to walk… walk… walk… the crying becomes louder and louder. More desperate, more despaired. In time, it’s clear that this person is wailing, screaming, “How could this happen?!”
Within the span of a breath, all the lights in the hallway go out, leaving you in pitch black.
It occurs to you then that you hear a second set of steps. When did you stop walking? A cold chill runs down your spine and you find yourself running then, despite the fact that it feels like this pitch black hallway goes on forever. The other footsteps pick up, remind you that you’re not alone. No, certainly not.
Best hope that you find some assistance soon – otherwise it looks like the Butler Association is going to ignite some righteous vigilante justice on your ass.
BONUS [ why o'clock ] You’re in the grand ballroom now, ready to present your case. Armed with a cob pipe (don’t smoke inside, it’s rude), a detective hat, and a single spotlight aimed right at you, you now have to explain how you came to the conclusion about the True Killer that is Obviously Not You. Rather, it’ll just be the character of whoever tags into this prompt – yes, you are suddenly so very sure that they’re the ones who are the ultimate mastermind of this entire game and… you’re just going to have to bullshit the reason why even if you know virtually nothing about them. It’s a dog eat dog world out there, you know?
Sorry about that.
Should you actually provide enough of a compelling case or they take pity on you, having a villainous breakdown for the sake of the plot, you’ll be awarded with a coupon that’ll give you three free scoops at your local ice cream parlor! (Note: you must buy the first two scoops in order to qualify.) Of course, if you’re not able to nail them down as the killer, you are obviously the killer yourself (citation needed).
From there, you’ll be dragged off to face your punishment: for six grueling hours you will be tickled mercilessly.
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How nice to still be called teenage on the cusp of twenty. [ And no, that isn't sarcastic - she's genuinely pretty pleased by it, particularly if Michelle is including looks. It's a syndrome, in a place where looks were absolutely everything. ]
Karma isn't really something to subscribe to - fallacies about doing good in the world make people think they deserve things when in reality the world is entirely luck of the draw -
[ She pauses, looks at the pile of paintings again, and then amends. ]
Except, I guess, in Romdeau. But that was more an exception than a rule.
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[speak for yourself, murderer of giant fucking cockroaches. But all this at least draws her gaze away from her task.]
How was this an exception? Did your good deeds go down the crapper?
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It .. was a utopia for most of my life there... [ Until that came to a crashing end -
ANYWAY - ]
No, nothing like that. Just that every fellow citizen was created for a specific purpose, so.. your life, from your inception in the wombsys until your death is fairly well pre-mapped out for you. [ Unless you're a creature like Re-L and throw all of that aside for a grand adventure. ]
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[The very thought of it makes her fingers squeeze way too tight in wood, shattering more pieces in the fray. To be created for something....some purpose.
(That must be how Akari feels, huh.)
She shakes her head.]
That's bullshit. You were born from chance...you continue to be alive for your own reasons.
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Without it humans would have been extinct with no mode with which to give birth naturally. It's actually pretty ingenious once you get past the look of the system... [ She'd only ever seen it once, by accident, and it had been... unsettling to say the least. Not particularly upsetting, just... odd for someone who wasn't a doctor and who hadn't seen the process of citizen creation done right in front of them before. ]
Heh - [ Oh, a little scoff at that, huh? ] No. Daedalus and my grandfather left little to chance, with me. I was very purposefully cloned, I've come to find.
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How does your entire soul not cry out...?
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It kept everything running in good order for long enough - [ Until it had all come crashing down, predictably, but that was a bit of a non-story at the moment. She wasn't particularly interested in explaining how everything worked where she'd come from. It's a long and complicated story and well, she wasn't even sure that she understood all of it herself. ]
Who's to say it isn't just because it's apparently not loud enough for you to hear? [ In reality : hers isn't, that's why. But when she has a chance to play coy? She's gonna do it. ]
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You seem to be good at hiding your pain with this sarcasm. Reminds me of my subordinates.
[only a little. not enough to be bemused or anything, jeez!]