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Mrs. Rogers was cleaning off the tables and she seemed to be in a bad mood... she hated to clean, which is not good for a household servent to hate to clean. She would have must rather preferred to cook something for the guests, but the household was a mess. So the cleaning always came first. She sighed and looked around for her husband.

William Blore arrived with a pipe in his mouth and relaxation in his mind. He wore a black tuxedo with a flowing black cape. He wasn't the most humble of people, so he walked slowly off his yacht and dismissed the sailor he'd hired to take the boat back and come for him when he called, he assumed the place he was going to had a working phone. He played with the smoke that billowed from his hand-crafted pipe as he walked towards the inn in which he'd been invited to. ((they were invited, right?))

(yep, they were. ^^)

Sir Lawrence Wargrae noticed a young, rich man who apparently liked to show off his wealth. He smiled a little at the man and continued to walk towards the mansion. He had finally arrived to the door and he knocked on it, realizing it was unlocked. So, naturally, he just walked right in and headed straight to where Mrs. Rogers was.

Mrs. Rogers noticed an elderly gentleman had just appeared in the house and she faked a elcoming smile to him, "Hello sir... Let me guess, Sir Lawrence Wargrave, correct?"

Sir Lawrence nodded at Mrs. Rogers and smiled slightly, "Yes... I am... this is a real nice place... and you are?" He then turned and saw an older man who liked to show off his multitude of war medals. He nodded to the man and sat down on one of the chairs.

"My name's Mrs. Rogers and I'll be your cook and cleaning person..." She then saw the older man with a mustache and who seemed to be a ex war general. "You must be General MacKenzie..."

Mrs. Rogers just stared at MacKenzie and then sighed. She was not much into a joke right now... she walked off slowly to search for her husband. She suddenly turned around and said, "Go ahead and get comfortable boys... the Owens' will not be down until tomorrow I'm afraid... if anyone else comes, tell them that for me, thank you..." She walked off quickly.

((So I'm assuming that Vera and Lombard were in their rooms when the other guests arrived? If not, tell me and I'll edit. And everyone is supposed to be British except Marston, right?))

Captain Philip Lombard had been unpacking only a few minutes when he heard the slight commotion downstairs that meant that other guests had arrived. Not wanting to seem wholly unpleasant, he moved a few more shirts from his bag to the dresser across from the foot of his bed and stepped down the stairs. In the sitting room were three gentlemen and Mrs. Rogers, who had shown both him and Miss Claythorne to their rooms not long before the others arrived.

One of the gentlemen was younger, about Lombard's own age, and seemed to have no qualms about showing the world that he had money. His tuxedo was well-tailored, and the pipe which he was in the process of putting away looked to be of the highest craftsmanship.

Lombard also noticed two older men. One was cleanly dressed and sitting in one of the chairs. As he came closer, Lombard could see that the other, moustached, man wore quite a few service medals which marked him as a general, though judging by his age, he must be retired. Nonetheless, Lombard introduced himself to the general with a curt salute, saying
"Captain Philip Lombard, at your service, sah." And then to the rest of the group: "I was informed that there would be other guests than myself, but not of how many or who they would be. It is a pleasure to make your aquaintances, gentlemen."

William (Blore, but I'm gonna start using only his first name,) placed his pipe away in his right pocket as he tried to be polite to the other guests. He did not know anyone and therefore did not want to offend any anti-smokers extremeists. He looked first at the older man, 'Sir Lawrence Wargrave' was the name he'd heard Mrs. Rogers say. He then turned to see 'Captain Phillip Lombard', as he introduced himself. He heard the mutterence of a man, and turned to see what looked like a docter, and decided to stir up a conversation with somebody. "Hello, I am Davis," he introduced himself as he held out his hand for a shake.