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the theatre

You awaken in a darkened theatre.

In front of you is an enormous cinema screen. On it plays everything that's currently happening in the castle, accompanied by appropriate sound effects and background instrumentals when fitting. The seat you're sitting on is large and plush, and while there's many of them, there's enough room in the theatre for you to fully recline the seat into a comfortable bed if you wish. Under each seat is a sleeping mask and noise-cancelling headphones, in case you'd like to take a break from watching the show.

Follow the stairs up and you'll reach what should be the projection room. There are no projectors in here, however; it is simply a large and well-lit room above the main seating area, and a good place to hang out with your fellow eliminated contestants if shouting at each other across the aisles proves too much to handle.

If you leave the theatre through the door in the back, you'll find yourself in a hall. On one end is a concession stand. It's stocked with standard movie snacks - popcorn, candy and the like - but if you're feeling the urge for something else, you'll be able to find it stocked somewhere in the back. On the other end is a table with thirty wrapped bags and a placard reading 'A star for our stars! Please accept these lovely giftbags as a token of appreciation for your hard work, sponsored by [illegible smudge]'. Each bag has a tag bearing the name of someone in the mansion; you will only be able to open the bag with your name on it. As soon as you open it, any memories that have been taken from you, including those of the other people in the mansion that you may have forgotten, will be returned in their entirety. Within the bag are also objects from your home that you may want for your stay here, though you will find no weapons.

Past the hall is another door, this one wooden and seemingly decayed. If you go inside, you'll find a fairly simple, wooden room, that is empty except for a very large machine. It is difficult to tell what the machine is for; it has a touch screen that appears to be a control panel, as well as a large open space that seems to be part of the machine, but the machine is dead and won't turn on no matter what you do.

Still, at least you aren't alone here. You have your fellow players, as well as a few guests to keep you company.

Oh, and one more thing. At midnight following each execution, once all those who've died that week have woken up, a video will begin to play on screen.

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I knew Maya-chan was going to make me one, but it's still strange to see it now... It's touching, but kind of depressing too.

[Ryou had been watching the screen for quite some time, if evident by how empty his tub of popcorn was. His eyes are still on it when he initially speaks to Peko, but he finally turns to greet her once he starts up again.]

It's your birthday though, isn't it? Happy birthday. [He smiles at her.]

Is it...? I do not think so.

[Peko has kind of come to terms with being dead. Then again, she's been dead for several days now, and she gets to watch over Kuzuryuu the whole time. And... she's had time to think about a lot of things.]

And as for my birthday... yes, it is. I am not certain how old I am turning, however.

[He offers a bit of a vague shrug to her first question. It's what she gets next that catches his attention.]

...Waaait a second. You don't know how old you are?

There are still things I cannot remember.

[WHICH SHE'LL PROBABLY TELL HIM ABOUT IN THE THREAD ABOVE WHOOPS.]

One of which is exactly how many years were stolen from me. I am of the opinion that I am turning seventeen... but that may be incorrect.

Maybe you didn't open your bag all the way? [Even though she was the one who showed him the bags in the first place...]

It's not normal to forget things like that, Peko-chan. [Says the boy with evil spirit induced amnesia.]

The field trip of mutual killing. I mentioned it to you before, yes?

They took our memories of our high school life from us. Myself, the young master, and Nanami were all participants in that.

I don't understand how somebody can just take your memories... It doesn't make any sense!

It doesn't. But then, that's exactly what this castle did, is it not?

[She shakes her head and exhales.]

I am rather tired of my memories being constantly played with.

... [He really can't argue. It was what it was, even if it didn't make any sense.]

What I don't understand is why they give them back now... It's like a cruel joke, if having those memories would have made the difference between killing and not killing...

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[Peko's quiet for a long moment, one finger curling into the loose strands of hair around her cheek and winding it. It's obvious she's thinking about something, if the way her brows furrow is any indication.]

I am certain... it has to do with the young master himself. Perhaps they wanted to prevent him from ordering me not to kill. [Which is honestly more likely than Kuzuryuu ever ordering her to kill.] I am no one important, but he is. Perhaps they thought that if we remembered each other, something would change.

Unless the young master were to order me not to kill anyone in this castle... I would still have killed for that incentive. Young master Fuyuhiko is... extremely important to me.

[Really, Peko. Really. No one could have guessed that.]

Please don't say you're not important, Peko-chan. Because you are.

[Now that he's said that, he'll actually get back on topic, although the way she disregards herself like that so often is pretty depressing.]

But I think you're right. They probably took them away because they would have made a difference. If you had remembered Kuzuryuu-kun, and if I had remembered my friends...

[Kuzuryuu is the protagonist: an autobiography by Pekoyama.

She hears what he says, and she chooses not to argue it, though it's clear she's not exactly agreeing with him.]

Young master Fuyuhiko. Nanami. We all knew each other. Fujisaki is a mystery; she claimed to be a Hope's Peak student, but she could not have been in our class. Perhaps the year below...

Why they would remove my memories of Nanami, however... [Nanami is really Not That Important To Peko at this time.]

Hmm... I wonder why they brought so many people in that ended up knowing each other.

[It really doesn't make sense to him. Was it to make the impact of when they got their memories back that much worse?]

Or maybe I should be wondering why nobody I know is here.

That is a good question...

[Where all the ygos at.]

Perhaps there are people here whom you will meet in the future. Or perhaps you have additional memories taken from you, as I have.

[They were all too busy playing card games to join Ryou in the murder game...]

...Really? That's a scary thought. [Ryou glances over at the big screen, his brow knit.]

I wonder... But it could only be somebody normal, like you or Kuzuryuu-kun and Chiaki-chan. That doesn't leave a lot of people to choose from.

[He's still convinced he's normal, sorry Peko.]

[Jeez guys.]

Mm...

[She still doesn't think you're 100% normal, sorry Ryou.]

Perhaps you will meet with them in the future, then. Nanami or the young master.

Maybe... I think I'd like it if I could meet you all again, even after I leave this place.

[He manages a small, earnest smile.]

You'll have to give them my regards if you do.

I hope we do not all forget each other, should we manage to escape.

I don't want to forget you either, Peko-chan.

[He read between the lines, here...! At least he thinks he did.]

I'll even write myself a note, if I have to.

[Ryou no she's going to die before he'd ever get a chance to meet her...]

I... would like that, yes.

[At Peko's hesitation, his smile softens a bit. She was just cold on the outside and soft on the inside, huh? Well he didn't mind if it took a little extra effort to be her friend.]

I'll go do that later, then! You should write something to remember me too.