Kaizer wrote:Emil tries to lighten up the tense atmopshere around the table. "So... can I have the cute maids show me to my room?"
Knight Errant wrote:Jacob grins at Emil's statement. "Eh if you have any around I wouldnt mind making their aquaintance."
Amanda Aerina Adams wrote:"I wouldn't mind having Cute maids showing me to my room either."
As the three spoke they changed subtly. The changes were, so minor as to be unnoticeable, rather, all three would find themselves caring slightly more about such sentiments. The idea of having a cute maid all to himself would briefly entertain both men, moreso than it would have normally.
Ookalf wrote:*Ahley mutters something about perverts.*
Ashley would indeed find herself irritated at the three. Such immodest actions simply aren't right. Of course, like with the others, the thought while not exactly passing, was from dramatic enough to evoke notice. It seemed perfectly natural in context.
Lawrence waited a few more minutes then nodded. "Very well." He produced a large silver bell and rang it. Much as others had requested, several 'cute maids' entered from a side door. Their uniforms were rather classical in appearance, and while they varied in age, size, hair color, etc. it did in fact seem like Sampson had taken looks as a major prerequisite for hiring any domestic servant.
Lawrence coughed once. "If you would be so kind as to show these guests to their rooms." The maids, whose numbers mirrored the contestants exactly, nodded and led their respective competitor down a maze of hallways, that seemed almost too large to fit inside the actual mansion. The paths would diverge fairly early on, so none of the contestants would reliably be able to find their way to any of the others' rooms.
Each contestants room was identical. A simple yet elegant bed dominated one wall, with a walk in closet on another, and a door to a bathroom and shower area on the third wall. There were cabinets with various comforts such as coffee and a stacked minibar. Lastly there was a relatively normal table. Each contestant would find a letter and a box.
Every letter, despite being handwritten, was the same, and bore the same signature, that of the millionaire whom used to own the mansion.
"Hello again. I've decided to let you in on the real method of this competition. Sure you could sit and argue over the table for seven days; or you could backstab each other and seize the money that way. Both of those are far too pedestrian for my tastes, so I've decided to create a third path, one that will allow you to eliminate your competition without murdering them. Neither will any legal authority be able to trace this method. I immensely doubt any of you with a remote chance at winning will believe me when I write this; but, that method is magic. Yes, magic. It is real, I assure you. In fact, this mansion itself is the subject of an enchantment, a rather amusing one if I do say so myself.
People are always judged by their actions, their words, their dress. We look at these things and create our perceptions about others through them. Now, those very things will have the opposite effect. If you act smart, you may become smart, if you look like a punk you will become one. The third method is this, use the resources I gave you to manipulate the others, they do know of this by the way, into acting in such a way as to become unable to press their claim. Make them too young, too dumb, make them love you so much they give you all their support. I don't care how; manipulate this enchantment by manipulating others' actions.
To do this, and to prove my point, I have given you two tools. One of them is the maid who showed you into this room. If you wish to go somewhere in the facilities, she will lead you there. Ask her to do something and she will. Anything. You will find she is perfectly loyal to your every whim. The second tool lies in the box near this letter. This box contains either a ring, a choker, or a pen. Each has different abilities. I suggest you explore to discover those abilities yourselves."
