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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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[Phoenix... did Kuzuryuu and/or Nanami really not explain. That's rude and inconsiderate of them. She exhales through her nose and glances toward the screen for a moment before returning her attention to him.]

The high school we attended, Hope's Peak. It's known throughout Japan as the most elite in the nation. One is invited to be a student there by matching two criteria: one, one must be a high school student. Two, he or she must be the top in their given field. After acceptance, they are known as Super High School Level. [It's supposed to sound ostentatious and weird, don't worry, but Peko seems to be taking it extremely seriously.] I am the Super High School Level Swordswoman. The young master is the Super High School Level Yakuza. Nanami is the Super High School Level Gamer.

I was with my classmates before arriving here, and I can say with certainty that there are several others more suited to this kind of position than Nanami is.

[ Ain't nobody got time to explain SHSL when they're busy plotting murders! ]

She mentioned that at the beginning... being the Super High School Level Gamer. I don't know about that. If all of this is considered a game, then she seems pretty suitable as a representative.

That's...

[That's not what she'd meant, but it makes sense, when he puts it that way. She just slowly shakes her head as she slowly lowers one hand from where it had come up as if to defend herself against a physical point.]

There must be someone above her. The producers, whoever is running this. There must be some way they are threatening her.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Like I said... I don't think she's really the Nanami you know. They might have just modeled her after your friend specifically for this show... she might be like Rin. [ It's the only explanation he can come up with for her 'being created' and not knowing what would happen to her after this all ends. ]

We are not friends.

[Said immediately. Don't misunderstand. But Peko just frowns and shakes her head.]

I don't think that's likely, but I just cannot see it. Nanami...

[Classmate, what have you done...]

It will bear further watching.

Luckily for us, we've got all the time in the world to do that here.

[ To watch everyone on those giant screens... Although it's too bad they can't watch in on the group meetings. Which they obviously can't if Peko didn't even know about their existence until he brought it up. ]

Mm.

Though there are things we are not privy to. The murders themselves. What goes on in restricted areas.

[pointed glance at the blown-open Smoking Room]

But... it is something.

[ Follows that pointed glance... (He didn't like that room for many reasons, but where are they going to meet now?) ]

This must be what it's like to watch the show as a viewer. I wonder if they can see what we can't.

I don't know.

But I have a feeling that we, at least, are not visible to them any longer.

[Small comforts...]

It comes with being dead, I'd say. [ BLUNTLY... ]

Not much entertainment value in watching us sit around watching them.

If that's truly what we are.

[She hisses through her teeth, but nods. There's really... nothing interesting about what they're doing. At all.]

Perhaps if they gave us something more to do than provide the mysterious, useless sponsorships.

In a way, this is still our punishment. We "failed", after all. [ Failed to get away with a murder, and failed to not get killed (?) ]

[That actually gets something that could almost be mistaken for a laugh from her, a quick, sharp exhalation more reminiscent of one of Kuzuryuu's bitter 'heh's than anything else.]

I had thought nothing could be worse than execution, but sitting here, watching them struggle... it certainly does seem an apt punishment.

[ Watching them mourn... He hasn't missed all that time Maya's been spending at his grave. ]

Like you said... it's still something.

[To Peko, on the other hand, seeing people mourn isn't something she'd ever expected, so it's... nice, for her.]

Mm.

[She's just going to fall silent at that and return her attention to the screen for now. She has a lot to think about.]

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