Something about the room they had gathering in reminded them of a cliché. Each of the guests had received an invitation, from whom they didn’t know. It had contained instructions on where to go, but not what to expect.
A butler had let them in. His name was Jorbles. He led them into the dining room as they arrived, offered them free reign at the bar along the wall, politely pointed out the view.
“Welcome, everyone.”
Their heads shot collectively toward the door, where their host, ashersky, now stood. He wore a smoking jacket and held a glass of wine.
“Please, sit.”
They found seats at the long dining table, made of a bloodily dark mahogany. They stared at the end of the table expectantly.
“Thank you for coming, everyone. Some of you may recognize others here. Some of you may not. Let me introduce you all. EFHW, Jimmmmm, Kooshie, liopoil, mail-mi, mcmcsalot, raerae, Robz888, and sudgy, I have gathered you all here today for a very important reason.”
Ashersky paused to take a sip of wine.
“You are not all here to help. I know that already. But it couldn’t be helped. The danger to the city is just too high not to risk it. Friends, we must”
The lights went out. They could hear some commotion, but could see nothing. The lights came back on, slowly. Ashersky was gone.
Day 1 has begun. With 9 alive, it takes 5 to lynch. Deadline is 4:30 p.m. forum time, Monday February 4.