BunBun walks in and looks down the staircase at the guests below him. I am hoping everyone around is having an good time, as I overwatch the party from above. I look for an few minutes before I decide to walk down and talk to everyone. I slowly walk down and start to greet the guests. As soon as I get down, I shake hands with The English Prince.

Hello Sir Prince I hope you like the manor I hope you enjoy the stay! I walk over to The Banker where he seems to be surveying the room from afar. 

Hello Banker, I hope you can enjoy the stay, Make sure to ask me if you have any questions and I hope you enjoy the manor. We have an nice vault you can check out but you must follow me as it can never be opened ever. Let me talk to the other guests, before I can show you. After I walk away I see the Fire Breather spitting some fire in the air and having an good time. 

Your skills Fire Breather do exceed you and I am glad you can provide us with some good entertainment during the party. If you need anything ask me. I then see The Gambler talking to the Mobster in one of the corners. 

Hello Gambler, and Mobster I hope you enjoy the house. We may have some rooms you may enjoy, I have an room where I have an bunch of unique items, including exotic weapons. Unfortunately I have no gambling available but maybe you can play some billiards? I see the Butler beheind me and greet him.

My favorite man, how are you going Butler? Can you please escort The Banker to the vault but make sure he does not touch it. Thank you, I have some things to do in my room before the party can start. I see The Big Game Hunter and I immediately greet him.

Hello my Hunter friend, I have some weapons you can check out, it's open so don not worry you don't need to ask. Also after the party ends do not worry I will accompany you on that hunting trip I have promised before. Excuse me sir. I walk over to the Professor as she readjusted her glasses. 

O​​​h th​e Professor is the manor living up to your expectations? I hope so as I do agree it was beautifully made it was worth the high price. Excuse me my good sir. I walk over to The Court Jester who is wide eyed as he spins around in an circle.

You okay my jester friend? I hope you enjoy your stay here as well. I quickly walk away and see my last guest, the magician. 

Hello my magical friend, I hope you enjoy your stay here as well. If you have any questions or concerns I am here, but I need to take care of something. Dear guests! The guests attention towards me for a mere second. I will be back in a bit, do not worry i will be back soon but make sure to feel at home while my disappearance. I will be in my room if you have any urgencies makes sure to contact me! If you need any thing while I am gone my helpful friend here the Butler can help you. I should not be long.

I start to move quickly up the stairs and take a left to my room. I walk in and close the door beheind me. Where is my newest suit? I know I had it on the bed before man I am so clumsy. Darling where are you? Out from the closet is an woman not too shorter than me and she is wearing her beautifully black dress. She comes out form the closet with two diffrent sets of clothes as she asks the classic question, which one looks better? I don't know babe, I have no time for this, I have guests to get too, they are waiting for me. Oh c'mon just help me out for a second. Okay I will help you out then show me the choices. 

Thoughts of his less than faithful wife swam through the butlers  head, as his portly body waddled through the crowd a tray of drinks held up on the palm of his hand. Service had been his work for nearly thirty years now, although he had only worked with Mr. BunBun for a handful of that. Seemed now Mr. Jones thought that his service is all he had left, pushing the thoughts of his wife  from his mind  he smiled at each guest a Cheshire like grin as they took a glass.

As he  approached Mr. BunBun he adjusted his coat with his free hand. " I am Mr. Bun Bun, yourself sir?",  the butler responded joyously. He tilted his head towards the banker as he answered the question. " Aye, I will." He eyed the banker with questioning eyes, but really did not care what business they had at the vault." Come then." He dryly expressed to the Banker, Mr. Jones was a man of few words, and he despised small talk. Mr.Jones tottered over to a nearby table and set the tray of drinks down on it as he directed the banker to follow.

"My word is this place amazing! Absolutely astounding!" The magician exclaimed loudly, leaving any chance of being quiet and reserved behind.

Almost instantaneously he made his way towards the one skilled in breathing fire, feeling it was indeed his duty to meet and converse with the strange, odd, and exciting handful the world has to offer. The magician always enjoyed greeting other for the first time, it gave him a chance to show off some of his less often used tricks. This one, for example, was a wooden hand with one of his gloves around it, so that when people went to shake his hand they'd gasp in surprise and laughter.

"Hello there! The name's Camilo, the magician." He reached to shake their hand with his wooden one.

"As a fellow worker in the arts of creating awe around us, I simply MUST have a few words with you, how would you like to be in one of my shows sometime my fire breathing friend?"

Camilo was hard pressed to collect a band of strange and odd friends to travel the world with, and he had no intention of leaving this party until he had gained such a friend.

'Just my luck' the gambler thought, noticing the face of someone he'd rather not mingle with. He was a great swindler most of the time, always looking to play an angle. A shark at cards, he'd always have an extra one up his sleeve, literally and figuratively, as when the real deal was neatly tucked away his tattoo displaying the ace of clubs could be seen instead.

Avoiding eye contact with The Banker, Gambit carefully manoeuvred around him in his blind spots and behind the figures of other guests on the way to greet another, a face out of the bunch he picked he'd most likely get along with most. With a simple upward flick of the head, the two then made eye contact.

"So what brings you here?" gambit enquired, as he leaned against a supporting beam of the massive three story mansion in close proximity to The Mobster.

"This shit is my life man, I'd breathe fire in any of your shows!" I exclaimed, my legs doing a little happy dance. I was a very very cheerful girl, had a lot of situations where I would start to get nervous and mess up but as time goes by, I've learnt from my mistakes. Now not only I got through public speaking, but now I can breathe fire from my mouth how cool is that?!? 

Hm... Camilo, the magician eh? I smile as I hold onto his hand. It comes off like it wasn't even attached even body and I just give him a smug face. "Really now??" 

Now it would be great if we could move into a secluded room or something so we can at least do a little warm up for the show, I thought to myself. Camilo was smirking at me in a weird way and I couldn't help but laugh. "And I'm alessandra. When you wanna start?" 

The banker get's out from his new car, and scold's his driver. Hey carefully, your fee won't be enough to pay it !!! 

He walks to the entrance following others guest. He is looking around the manor, and start thinking." If it is not because i want to know english prince further i won't leave my castle and come here meet weird persons rrgg."

Bun Bun comes and greets him,, He only gives a lil smile and goes straight to the prince. "Hello prince nice to meet you here, it's to be my honor could join the party with you". He offer his hands to prince and show him his expensive watch. 

Slowly making her way into the mansion, the Professor can't help but stop every few moments to notice the beautiful building and all her wonderful aspects. The stone steps leading up to the door, though somewhat worn with age, moss growing from the cracks, shows a soft, warm character as it welcomes her into the three-story house. Upon entering the foyer, the large room opens up before her, showing her that she is not the first to arrive. No matter. She mingles in with the other guests, though her eyes roam the room, sliding up the polished rosewood banister of the spiraled stairs, which were turning with such smooth curves, over to the stained glass windows glittering a rainbow of hues behind the hanging chandelier. She nearly jumps when BunBun approaches her. Looking in the direction he had just come from, she spots the Big Game Hunter. Her mood quickly sours at the thought of the man who likely has the stuffed head of some poor creature mounted to his wall. Pushing him from her mind, she turns to the one addressing her and smiles, pretending to have caught everything he said though she really only heard about the last half of it. 

"Oh, yes! Marvelous work done, sir. Thank you for inviting me. I was so excited when I heard I was to be visiting such an exquisite masterpiece of a building!" 

She smiles and nods politely as BunBun moves on to the next guest. Her eyes roaming again, she spots the portly Butler, a round fellow who seems to be somewhat troubled, though she couldn't fathom a guess as to what could be on his mind. He seems to cheer up rather suddenly as he approaches the other guests with drinks, perhaps well practiced when among strangers. He seems almost genuinely happy when speaking with BunBun. After BunBun leaves him, the Professor can see the Butler's demeanor quickly darken. She tilts her head to the side, wondering what brought on the changes, and continues to watch him as he escorts the banker to the vault. Her eyes follow the two until they are out of sight.

Watching the mob of people all make "nice", the Hunter shakes his head, his ponytail under his safari hat, swinging with the motion. Noticing a lack of any trophies, he begins to wonder if the "amazing" hunting grounds are a bit over-exaggerated or if BunBun just doesn't do trophies. He, himself, isn't into trophies, preferring to keep snapshots of his hunts instead. He continues to scan the room, as any hunter would, when his eyes settle on the petite Professor. Her distaste of him immediate, and he shakes his head at the probable tree-hugger. He could show that professor a whole new world. He chuckles to himself as BunBun walks up to him. 

Hello friend. I shall definitely avail myself to the wonders of your weapons vault. Though more than likely, I'll stick to my 30-30. Got a bear with it yesterday. I look forward to our hunt later.  

Looking around, he spots the Court Jester and makes his way towards the chap.

She had been twirling and giggling in and out of the crowd as they arrived. She'd curl her bottom lip, clenching it between pearly whites as hues peered out to rather curious, interesting personalities that began to arrive. A grin perched upon her lips as she studied each person briefly, nervous giggles escaping her lips as she'd tip toe toward the outer edges of the room. A squeaky toy was given a squeeze, "Qwack!", here and there as she'd slip behind near by columns and exotic antiques. She'd then pause, as she caught sight of The Magician. She'd approach them curiously, her lips parting and eyes widening as she was so fascinated with the world of magic!<font color="#FF9900"> </font>It was then however, she noticed The Firebreather. She'd hiss, much like a cat and linger a few feet away, listening and watching all the while giggling and glancing around her.

Looking over the man that introduced himself, blowing smoke in his face as he pushed off himself and the gambler to greet the butler. 'Room full of unqiue items. Might have to get some of the boys over here and see somethings slip out. Taking another drag from his cig as he looked around the room, noticing the Professor, walking by he flicks his cigarette at her, "Chump". Continues his way over to the Gambler laughing a bit as he remembered the gentleman from the back holding a key. His eyes followed him closely. When they left the room he turned to the Gamabler grinning.

"Eh, I hate these types of things, my father sent me. Trying to make me more cultural, whatever ta fuck that means." Pulling out his pack of smokes looking at the Gambler he walked in with. Grabbing a smoke for himself then point the pack to Gambler. "You want a smoke?"

I look at the clock above my bed, as I sigh honey c'mon I have guests to tend to I told you about the dress can I go now? She looks at me and looks down. Sorry honey for keeping you, you can go down now. I cheer up and start to walk out of the room.

THE LIGHTS IN THE WHOLE HOUSE GO OFF

(Lady Screaming)

THE LIGHTS IN THE HOUSE GO BACK ON

BunBun's lady friend runs down the stairs in sudden fashion and screaming on the way down. She goes up to The Professor, and begins to cry on her shoulder. Please ma'me he died, I don't know what happened he was fine one minute and then the fan above us feel and it landed on him. Then no more Senior BunBun. I don't know what to do. How is this possible? 

She continues to ball on the Professor's shoulder for a few minutes before she stops. She starts to sprint out the front door and down the driveway. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IS THIS HAPPENING? She gets into an car, and leaves as the gate opens and closes as the car leaves the mansion. 

The butler bows curtly to the Prince and Banker and turns to lead them along towards the vault. He was a little annoyed at having to lead guests around the mansion, he would have much preferred to go and talk to the magician a friend of his he had met awhile back. He decided to quickly show the prince and banker off to the vault and then try and have a few words with his old friend. He moved swift, but curtly along the hallways towards the vault checking over his shoulder occasionally to make sure the two where following him. He allowed them enough distance that they may talk privately behind him if they should chose to do so.

Once at the vault, he insured it was locked and then turned to the two quests in his tow, "Here is BunBun's vault. As you can see it is locked up tight, but you may have a look at the outside if you wish. I have other duties I must attend to for BunBun, feel free to look around the place as you will." After which he turned and left the two marveling over the vault and headed back into the entrance area to see if he could get a few minutes in with the magician.

My mind suddenly goes blank when I get lost in the crowds of people. 

The Magician is no where to be seen! What ever will I do now! 

I frown and practically twist my whole neck around trying to look for him, but I notice some of the people inside are getting a bit tired from all the dancing, so why not do a little show for them? 

I walk towards the middle but as I open my mouth to perform my amazing fire tricks, I see BunBun's wife running across the mansion in her heels. DAMN LADY WHAT YOU TRYNA DO? 

I look at Vincent_Costello and widen my eyes, and I pause. 

"Oh....... shit." I say to myself, but he could hear me clearly. 

I walk around the mansion with prince, talk about our business and he also has a good taste about automobiles .. Really glad to meet someone who has money like me, so we have common things to talk about. 

As i walk someone bumps into my back and I try to regain my balance. "Hey hey be careful you can damage my expensive cloth". Oh it's bun-bun's wife . She runs like crazy ..." Hey hey calm down , what happened?"  She only points bun-bun's room.. 

i walk there and see bunbun dead. What in tarnations has happened here? I look at BunBun's body then to the fan that is know smushing his remains. This was a badly manufactured fan or somebody tampered with it. You could of done a better job with your experience after the training at architecture school in Denmark you know of it. You straighten your hat as you figure it must be somebody in this house. Hmmmmmm but who could it be? 

The lights went out and he quickly grabbed his gun after putting his pack of smokes away. Suddenly the lights come back on and he is looking over at the gambler. 

"What in the f...." he was cut off by a loud scream. 

Still looking at the gambler confused as ever.

The Gambler lit a cigarette he sneakily snuck from The Mobster's packet right as the light's suddenly flicked off. Once back on shit hit the fan, no really, BunBun was being mushed to shit by his fuckn bedroom mansion fan. What in the world was happening up in this crazy mansion.

With so many personalities and characters, it was beginning to get very interesting. Nearly as interesting as the magician's silent invisible magic trick. Maybe that's what happened? Maybe the magician did some weird occult magick type thing and released some kind of demon? Or some other weird...

"Shiiiiit" the Gambler says aloud after exhaling the smoke and having a cough.

The cigarette was actually cigar-weed. That sly old dog, the gambler thought as he took another puff, and realised he was thinking some weird shit, like occult demons and the like. He kept that train of thought going though as he stood next to his new best pal and his soon to be very much stalked pot dealer. He hardly noticed the gun, happy instead to be high as a kite. He took another puff and looked around at what else was happening.

The Professor wrinkles her nose at the Mobster as he flicks his spent cigarette at her, looking down in disgust as she stamps it out. She rolls her eyes. Some people just have no class. How he was invited to such an event she couldn't even guess. She busies herself with the room, showing little interest in any of the guests, which likely suits them just fine as none of them seem to show any interest in her at all. Melting into the background, she admires the building, wandering here and there to get a closer look at the different features it has to offer. She is shocked back to reality when she hears a shriek from upstairs, her attention diverted, her head snapping to the direction it came from. Seeing a rather distraught looking lady running down the stairs, it's a wonder she doesn't fall and break her own neck. 

Quite surprised when the lady approaches her, arms flinging around the Professor, she awkwardly wraps her arms around the sobbing woman, unsure how to comfort her, and not quite catching everything that is said through the tears. He's dead... Senior BunBun. BunBun is dead? She saw him not five moments ago. She pats the woman on the back, trying to listen to what she is saying, but before she has a chance to question her the lady takes off into the night, leaving the mansion and all the guests unattended and hostless. The Professor turns back to the crowd, her eyes scanning the room. Who else was up there? As far as she knows, it was only BunBun and the lady, but then again she wasn't paying attention to any of the people, rather distracted by the mansion itself... Knowing no one here, and trusting even fewer, she doesn't know how to respond to the silence that has suddenly fallen over the room.