The boat rocked slightly in the roaring surf sending seawater, and afew passengers' stomach contents, slopping over the side of the hull as an old trawler made its ponderous way to the island's harbour. After being safely tethered by the ships motley crew, comprising of an ex fisherman, a transvestite and an inebriated collie named Phil, the tub's inhabitants climbed onto the peer and made their way inland.
"First class travel my foot! I knew that sot was a skintflint when it came to others comfort, but I 'ad no idea that he would be cheap enough to put us in that old tub!". Moaned one of the passengers, a as the group made its way to the manor.
"Just be glad he bothered to get a boat at all the ferry doesn't come here I don't know about you but I didn't want to swim. At least the crew was polite."
"Crew? An old dullard, a poof and a fleabag that's seen better days? I've seen better seamen on a toy yacht! And god did that dog fart!"
"I really wish you would keep your language civilised."
"Civilised!? Sorry, M'lud, but not all of us were born with a silver spoon up our backside, we both know you never 'ad to work for anything. I bet you still have yer mum wipe your-"
"Will you two please shut up! Its bad enough we're freezing our legs off without you going on... Ah we're here."
They stopped in front of a set of Wooden doors, presumably the front door seeing as there weren't any others. For some reason the architect had seen it fit to adorn the door with a rather tacky skull motif. and the knocker was the jaw of what appeared to be a monkey.
"Well that's just tasteless, was he always this bad at decor?"
"How should I know? I barely noticed the man let alone got a guided tour around his dorm room."
After about 5 minutes of knocking on the door failed to get any attention they were considering trying to break in when a one of the upper floor windows opened and a rather wrinkled head peered out.
"Whatever your selling we don't want any!"
"We're not selling anything, we were invited."
"You were?... Oh, yes, the reunion, come in, come in, its unlocked. The master will be down in a second."
The head retracted and the window closed. Wasting no more time the group walked in and was greeted by the man that had called down to them earlier, a butler referred to as Niles.
"I understand you had a less than satisfactory trip my apologies but the master does like his privacy and as you probably know the ferry does not stop here. The master will meet you in the dining hall, please this way."
After entering and taking their seats at the main table the end door opened and the man known as Oliver Malwell entered and took his seat at the end of the table.
"Ah friends" He began "it seems you have arrived unharmed, I must apologise for the lack of eloquence in your transport but larger ships would be easily wrecked. Well now we are all here I think its a good time to start dinner,"
As the conversation started up Oliver's manservant exited the room to come back with several servants carrying a multitude of dishes and the meal began. And with that dear readers it should have ended, the guests should have dined and been merry for the night and be off home the next day. Should. Alas fate is not so kind, what was in store for these motely band of friends and old colleagues was a week of despair, confusion and death, with no survivors. But... maybe I should be kind, give them a sporting chance as it were? Very well you dear readers will take their places you will become the guests, you shall face their fate, you shall find the enemy within and, maybe you shall even leave this place with your lives. Good luck.
Re: Then there were None (sign ups)
sorry I got alot of real life stuff getting in the way.
Originally Posted by Strike For The South
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but I should have it done by today.
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