You are on the night coach to Tegel Village, the coach's shutters drawn and each of you respecting, after your fashion, the one injunction imprinted upon a plaque in the car:

Please refrain from speaking to other guests
Or even making any untoward utterances.

Come to think of it, it's hard to think of any that don't fall into that category.

Having earlier accepted the 2nd class tickets (how would first class have changed things?) from each of you with a curt nod, the night coachman had duly honored the former prohibition.

As for the latter, it did not appear to apply to him. After you had safely embarked and situated yourselves either on the front or back bench within the carriage, he had embarked upon a chorus of song, his voice both haunting and alluring:

If you're going to Tegel Manor,
Be sure to wear some lavender in your hair.
If you're going to Tegel Manor,
You're gonna meet some eerie people there.

For those who come to Tegel Manor,
Wintertime will be frozen there.
In the halls of Tegel Manor,
Eerie Rumps with black roses in their hair.

There must have been other songs in his repertoire, but that's the only one that comes to mind. In fact, it's been on your mind for who knows how long. You must have all thought a trip to Tegel Village would absolve you of all thoughts of the Rumps and their decadent ways. How wrong that would prove to be for those who lived to discover their errors.

Some hours (days? who knows?) after you had safely ensconced yourselves within the safety of your benches, the coach thuds to a stop with a sinking feeling, both literal and figurative, sending you clattering about the carriage indecorously. From your new indecorous locations, you hear the mortal cry of the night coachman, announcing his and his song's end.

You are sprawled about the capacious interior of the coach.
It is dark save for some light that filters through the shutters.
The two carriage doors, one on either side, are closed.
Oversized weapons have been stored in the overhead storage racks.
You may declare your actions.
17:46, Yesterday: Secret Roll: The Host rolled 3,3 using d6,d6.  Init: Guests/Residents.
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Otis holds a finger up to his mouth in the time-honoured gesture for 'no noise' in accordance with the instructions. He listens intently before peering outside.

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OOC: Does the light appear to be coming evenly through the shutters from outside, as if sun-lit? Or unevenly as if illuminated from a torch or latern or somesuch?
Do we know what the Rumps are?

With some effort, Cassandra extracts herself out from under the dead weight of one of the 6 passengers sprawled about the coach floor. Cassandra looked about the cabin and confirmed, without speaking, that everyone else was jostled but seemed unharmed.

She was about to break the plaque-imposed silence, since she had a slight sensation that the coach was slowly descending. Had they run off the road, she wondered. Were they now in mud, a swamp, or a marsh? Her equilibrium felt "off."

Before she could speak, though, she saw the universal "Be Quiet" gesture from one of larger, gruffer men, who then moved to one of the doors and peered through the shutters.

OOC:
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Sorry my original post was confusing.  I've cleaned it up.
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