The Directors (
productions) wrote2014-05-26 09:49 pm
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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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[So she's an idiot then. Incredible. Both hands clench into fists at her side as she turns away from the bags to face him completely. Someone less controlled than she might have started shaking, but she's not quite that emotional. Not just yet, anyway.]
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Listen, I'm a general and a prince. I've got a ton of subordinates, people who I reached out to myself, people who I've been with for years - I know what it's like being in charge of people who are willing to kill or give their life for me the second I ask.
[He leans forward, eyes serious for once.] I didn't pick them because they were good at killin' or their skills or because of how useful they were as tools. Only a total shithead would value their subordinates based on that. D'you know what the precious thing my subordinates can give me is? What the most valuable thing you can give to your master is?
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Whatever it is, she stays quiet, even after he asks his question. She actually looks sixteen for once as she avoids his eyes, arms crossing as she attempts to adopt her normal tone and not sound nearly as vulnerable as she feels right now.]
What do you think it is?
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[And he'll go ahead and deliberately meet her eyes anyway.] I don't want my subordinates to just blindly follow my orders because I got lucky with my birthright. I've got a great sword already, I don't need any more tools. What I do need are people who will stand with me because they believe in what I can do. I need people who I know are loyal to me because they trust that I'm strong enough to look after them and lead them to victory, who would follow me anyway even if I wasn't their prince.
You owe your master no less. No other option? Maybe. We're stuck here and those sponsorships are pretty fuckin' useless. All we can do is watch. But how you watch will prove just what kind of subordinate you are. You can choose to fall into despair that this game will break him, that he's too weak to handle the role he's been given...or you can choose to believe that he'll be strong enough to weather through it, even if you're not at his side. And even if he's not here to see it, that's still the most important thing you can do for him.
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[She doesn't seem completely conscious that one of her hands as raised in front of her, as if to fend of a physical attack. Her breath is coming hard through her nose as she's forced to keep looking him in the eye, even though there's an uncomfortable stinging starting to prick in the corners of her own.
It's the mention of despair that keeps her from responding immediately. That word alone sends her back to everything she'd seen on the island. The last things she remembers Kuzuryuu saying to her. All he needed was her. He never needed a tool, he just wanted her to be herself.]
I...
[And she brings a hand up, slipping it under her glasses and pressing on her closed eyelids, as if that might somehow hide the way her voice keeps threatening to crack. When she speaks again, it's not much above a whisper.]
I want to believe in him. I just... want to protect him. That is all I have ever wanted. Not because it is my duty, but because I -- [and there's a catch to her voice as she mentally rephrases something before she can say it,] -- I know he will be a great leader for the family. I have always believed that. I am simply...
[Frustrated. Useless. Upset. Angry. Terrified. All of those are valid endings to that, and she can't seem to pick one, her hand shaking as it presses more firmly against her face.]
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But that doesn't mean you should hate yourself for it. If your master's anything like the leader you think he is, he wouldn't want you to.
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But she isn't crying, at least, not yet. She just doesn't have an answer, her fingers pressed against her closed eyelids behind her glasses as she can only shake her head. She's being weak, she's showing weakness in front of someone who shouldn't think that any piece of the Kuzuryuu family, no matter how insignificant, could be weak.]
I hope you can meet him someday. [She manages finally. Apparently she can't comment on what he's just said without lying, and she isn't sure that her voice can handle sounding impassive about a lie.] I think he could learn much from you.