graveyard

[productions]

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.

Comments

[roadroller]

[THAT DOESN'T MATTER.]

Cause we're going to the parlor, I guess? Who cares. That's not the point! ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

We should go to the game parlor instead.

[roadroller]

... Someone blew up the game parlor. ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

But the game parlor would still be intact if we found out about the loophole before Chihiro-chan.

[This is becoming a game of who can out-logic the other, isn't it... All in the name of saving face.]

[roadroller]

No, I'm not talking about Apollo's thing, I'm just saying that's why. It's hypothetical. Now answer the damn question! ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

[Darn...! No escape now.]

...I-if I must... [He smiles, because he has a feeling she's going to use this against him.]

[roadroller]

Yes! ♪

[It won't be put into use right now, but. Rin has learned Ryou is a good enough friend to crossdress for her in times of need. It is valuable information.]

[onethirdthesoul]

[He really doesn't want to know why she sounds so enthusiastic, so swiftly moving on...!!]

Truth or Dare, Rin-chan?

[roadroller]

[Rin may need cheering up someday. It just so happens she's in the market for a new male dress model.

Yep.]

Um... truth. ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

[Finally, the moment he's been waiting for. He definitely watching her face carefully this time.]

So what was that about a "lavender dress"?

[roadroller]

... Huh? ♪

[SHE DIDN'T SAY THAT OUT LOUD DID SHE...]

[onethirdthesoul]

You mentioned a lavender dress when I said I liked that color more than pink. I'm just curious... How come?

[Curious if that dress was for her or for him.]

[roadroller]

Well... [it's truth, so. Rin gives him an angelic smile.]

I maaaay have been imagining you in a pink dress before you said you liked lavender? ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

--Eh?! [He'd really been hoping that wasn't it!]

Why would you be imagining that?!

[roadroller]

It's cute. ♪

[She's staring now. She's imagining it again. God help you, Bakura Ryou.]

[onethirdthesoul]

[Why is she staring at him? Is she imagining it again?!]

I-it is not... [It's a shame that this isn't the first time he's heard this.]

[roadroller]

Yes it is. Anyway, I've already seen you in a dress, so it's not even like it's that hard to imagine. ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

... [He's sulking, and that urge to find out why his heart went "dokidoki" when he kissed Rin is vanished.]

I pick truth for my next turn. [Off goes a sock.]

[roadroller]

You're also cute when you pout over it. Heh heh.

[now she's just being an ass. Rin thinks for a moment.]

Hmm... what foods do you hate? ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

...Ugh. [He's groaning over he question, not at her teasing which he had opted to ignore. There really is no love in his voice when he answers.] Oysters.

[roadroller]

[wrinkling her nose.]

Ewww... I agree. ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

They're so slimy and stick and...yuck! [He sticks his tongue out and shivers.]

[roadroller]

I just don't like that overly fishy taste. It's way too strong! Haha. ♪

[onethirdthesoul]

Or the smell... [He holds his nose for dramatics.]