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productions) wrote2014-05-26 09:49 pm
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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This game seems to bring out the best intentions in the worst ways.
I hope they end it.
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[ There's a few moments of silence as he struggles with finding the right words to say. Because he's not grateful exactly that she killed someone, but there is some feeling like it. ] ... Thank you. For speaking up for them.
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I felt like I was arguing with a wall. [So she blew it up.]
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So you decided to stop arguing and act instead?
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All these people talking about how wonderful a week without murder would be... blatantly ignoring or just not understanding that would never be the case. There was no plan. It was apparent to me the moment I stepped into that trial and the shock on everyone's faces that there wasn't a single member of that group on the suspect list. They all knew deep down it wasn't a plan.
It made me angry... that they were content to let the most vulnerable of us all suffer while they all patted themselves on the back for resisting a ridiculous incentive like nightmares.
We'd go weeks like that. The game forcing them kill, then punishing them for something they couldn't stop.
That's not right. That's not justice.
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I'm not proud of what I've done.
[Two lives for a grenade.]
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[ That feeling of knowing... what's been done is not right, but also knowing that there's no other way. ]
They wanted to hope, that as long as they could all work together, they could beat the show. That it would end right there.
But no matter what happens, there's no justice in the end of these trials. Not if they get caught, and not if they get away. [ He doesn't consider himself in there, because unlike the others, he understood his actions and the consequences very well. He did what he did because he chose to, knowing that he would hurt so many people. But for the others... it's hardly fair. Not when it's people like Feferi, who are so young and so frightened. ]
What you and Apollo both did... it's changing things up, beyond what we've been 'allowed' to do.
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I'd normally be cross with him getting credit for what was my idea, but the man takes so few compliments to heart I'm content to just let him have it.
[She smiles.]
They can leave the hoping to us now and they can work together and take action, ja?
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Hopefully this is a wake up call for them. Not everything is what it seems like here... There's something bigger lurking in the background, if what's inside the museum is the truth.