"And then, there were none..." You walk across the room, dismissing the disguises for a moment. Part of you wonders if you're even going to impersonate a guest first - a little chill might serve to shake things up before you begin in earnest. But that can wait for now. You walk to your control panel, take a seat, crack your knuckles, and press the chime.
Ding-da-ding-da-da-ding-da-da-ding.
You watch as the guests pause, reacting to the chimes.
"So what's the meaning of that?" Green says, shifting his bulk to look around. Sinclair seems less perturbed: the man has ice in his veins.
"At an educated guest, I imagine our host has arrived."
"Have yew evah met this Mistah Tree?" Mary-Beth's fake Georgia is interrogating Mrs Green. Lopez seems confused, and the DuCanes have sat down together and are listening closely. They'll be the hardest link to sever, you suspect. You blow out your cheeks and activate your microphone.
"Greetings, honored guests." You keep the tone level but timbred, like seasoned oak. It's times like this you feel blessed by your vocal dexterity. "Welcome to our gathering. You have come far, and no doubt have many questions."
"Aren't yah gonna show yourself?" Mary-Beth. You don't let the interruption alter your pace, and you just keep talking over her.
"These questions shall be answered in good time. All shall become apparent, like one of Mr DuCane's illusions. For many of you one million dollars may seem an incredible amount. For others a trifling sum. But though you don't know each other, I assure you that your fates are entwined."
"It's a recording. Idiots." Susan's scorn is laid bare.
"I wonder where it's coming from..."
"Shh..."
"But before I make my appearance, or explain the rules of our little game, I believe dinner is in order. You have all traveled far, and our chef has prepared a magnificent spread. Retire to your rooms, and freshen up. The meal shall be served in half an hour."
You turn the microphone off. Immediately, Juanita addresses the assembled guests.
"Mr DuCane, Dr Sinclair, Ms Kelvin, your suites are in the west wing. Ms DuCane and Ms Crane, Mr and Mrs Green, your suites are in the east wing. If you will follow me..."
You smirk as the DuCanes give each other a look. The painful separation of the twins.
"Wait," Green says. "Do you know Mr Tree? Is he here yet?"
Lopez turns. "No sir," she says, all pleasant smiles and professionalism. "I was hired through an agent. I do not know where Mr Tree is, although I am sure he will reveal himself for dinner."
You turn from the monitor. Yes... dinner. But first you're going to have a little fun with the guests. They're all going to their rooms, but you saw how the DuCane's practically glared at each other. Neither would suspect if you turned up as the other at their room to talk things over.
Alternatively, you could perform a haunting: a fleeting glimpse of someone whose death the guests have caused. You stare at one of the costumes in particular: a Greek goddess of thick, curling hair and a magnificent, pointed nose. Yes... the ghost of Mia Georgallis could be an ideal first move.
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