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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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No, it's pomegranate juice!

[Smiling cheerfully at Kuzuryuu~ It's definitely juice.]

Are you actually stupid? Can you really not tell the fucking difference between juice and alcohol?

[HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO SEE THE BOTTLE TO KNOW, MAN...]

But it tastes like juice! [Ryou looks pretty shocked by this accusation! He would never drink, he's underage!

He holds out his bottle for Kuzuryuu.] Here, you try it.

[No, he's not taking that. Keep your not-juice to yourself!!]

Just because it tastes like it doesn't mean that's actually what it is, dumbass. That's the shit you gotta be more careful of because you might not notice till it's too late. Like you have right now. Did you even read the bottle before you started drinking it?

I think I'd know if it was alcohol...

[More juice for him, then. Ryou takes it back to drink some more, but then he pauses to look down at it instead. After a good minute of staring, he looks up at Kuzuryuu again.]

I can't read it, it's in English.

...trust me, it's alcohol. Just have to take one look at you to know that much.

[GOD, RYOU...]

And how the fuck can you not read it?! That excuse doesn't fly when we're all magically understanding the same language for some goddamn reason.

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What's wrong with me? Is there something on my face Kuzuryuu-kun?

[He'll give the bottle another hard look though, at that.] Anyway, I think I just forgot how to read.

[Oh no she's laughing. Oh Ryou.]

Oh mein gott...

Huh? What? [He's just blinking in bewilderment. Ryou's too drunk for this...]

That! That right there! That's what's wrong with you! Who just forgets how to read for no damn reason?

[Ryou, go home. You're drunk.]

[He can't go home, they're stuck here. But he is drunk.]

Um...ah...! I don't know! [He brings his hands up to his face with a look of horror.] Maybe I've been dead so long that that part of my brain rotted!

[ oh my god Ryou ]

Maybe you should go find a mirror to check. I can hold on to your juice for you.

Iii don't know if I want to see... My hair's probably a mess.

[As opposed to what it usually looks like?]

[ Phoenix really has no room to talk about messy hair so ]

You'll never know if you don't.

Oh, I know!

[Ryou digs into his bag and pulls out... the Millennium Ring! It's shiny and gold and reflective enough to get the job done in one hand. Which means he's still holding his "juice".]

...Hmm. I don't see anythin--eeeyaaah!

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Maybe that doesn't apply to written word.

Did you try reading that gibberish of Herr Iceland's?

[She even knows Icelandic is a real language now, but after seeing it on paper herself she's still doubting it's legitimacy.]

We could read all the stuff written in the notebooks though... [He just kind of throws his hands up.] Fuck it, I'm going back to just not questioning this language barrier bullshit. It's never made any sense to me.

[She'll discretely shove a bottle from her gift bag in the vicinity of where Kazoo's hands should fall when he puts them down again in the hopes he'll just grab it.

He needs to lighten up.]

That's probably for the best.

[He really, really does. Though this may not be the best way to go about doing it. This might lighten him up too much. Whenever he actually gets around to playing, that is.]

Yeah, probably.