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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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But she doesn't want to. Her chest hurts with a weird mix of something like elation that the young master doesn't want to give up on her, and fear that there's no point to it.
So when she finally speaks, it's quiet and she's still not looking at him, though tense fingers are curling into her skirt.]
What could possibly be done for -- all ten of us? [She's not SHSL Doctor or anything, but she's pretty sure you don't just get over being braindead on your own.]
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That's what I aim to figure out once I get back.
[He doesn't have a fucking clue, since he was brought here before he even had a chance to wake up outside the New World Program. But he and the other four survivors agreed that they weren't going to give up. They'll figure something out.]
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[She still kind of doubts that anything will come of it, but that's... not what Kuzuryuu needs to hear, especially not from her. Kouha had said that more than anything, a master needed a servant who believed in him, hadn't he? She takes a breath and forces herself to nod, trying to dismiss her concerns.]
I will be looking forward to see what you do, then. When I wake up.
[...An attempt was made. An attempt was definitely made.]
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It'll work out, you'll see. For now though, we should probably be more worried about getting outta this shit, don't you think?
[Kuzuryuu, don't you think for a minute that this conversation is over, you just dropped the Kamukura bombshell on her and you still haven't told her what happened to your eye.]
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Yes...
[He's right, though the past several weeks have only increased Peko's frustrations about trying to get out. The others, the ones from the previous season know something, but they refuse to say.]
Though, if I may, I... have one more question.
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[He honestly figures she has more than one question, but... IF IT REALLY IS JUST THE ONE...]
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[Kuzuryuu sighs, seeming to try and determine how best to answer this.]
...Monobear.
[What a helpful explanation.]
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[IT IS THOUGH it absolves their classmates from blame. Which is definitely good. And it answers her question! Since if he doesn't want to give her specifics, that's... actually okay, in this case.]
I am sorry... I was not there. [LORD KNOWS SHE TRIED. She bows her head and stares at her hands in her lap, but her voice stays firm.] But I will not leave you as such again, for as long as I can. If you would still have me.
[Even though last night's conversation about the tool thing still holds. This is part of her way of asking what now?]