productions | graveyard pt ii

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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... Hmm. ♪

[So Stiles is back. His execution looked different from the others, but apparently he ended up here just the same. The brief sadness she felt while attempting to comfort Annie is already fading into a more conflicted melancholy. After all... absolutely nothing has changed between Rin and Stiles, she thinks. Having saved the hostages, he's someone most of the graveyard is going to applaud. The others from her season have so much to say to him. And then there's Rin on the outside of that, who can't really muster it, because she's the one he failed.]

[After he gets over freaking the fuck out and finally notices Rin standing around awkwardly, he'll approach her himself looking really apologetic.]

Hey, Rin. Um, before you punch me in the face, which you totally deserve to do, let me say two things real quick. One, I'm really sorry about what I did to you back in our season. You didn't deserve to be dumped like that just because you were a robot.

And two, Len's fine. Deactivated, but fine. The one that got destroyed was a fake we managed to sneak in - the real one's hidden away.

["No shit", she grumbles under her breath at the first part - of course, she doesn't have 3 years worth of memories after her death to compete with the guilt he probably feels, but her feelings about her attitudes had never been any secret after they cracked open her laptop worth of memories, anyway. Her hand has absently tightened into a fist, like she's seriously considering his suggestion... sure, she was brought back anyway, but for what? To be a killer, to have Len killed...]

[....Or not? Her mouth hangs open a bit as she registers the rather blunt proclamation. Fine?! You can't just say he's fine. She thought her brother was dead, for weeks!!]

Wha...

[She doesn't believe it at first. Her fist shakes, and small tears start to force themselves out as she replays his words for herself.]

How- [how the hell did they get a fake Len to fool her with?? She wants to know... But no, that's not important.] H-He's really ... Len's really hidden away somewhere?

.... [And suddenly, she does swing a punch at him, though not at his face - not at any part of him in particular, really. She just needs to unleash this feeling that's been building up somewhere.]

Y-You jerk! You were so horrible... this whole time I thought... aaah...

[she wipes her eyes with her fist after that, not even able to form straight thoughts as she's overcome with the emotion.]

Len.... Len....! ♪

[when you have an alchemist with a tiny panda on your side, anything is possible

And he'll just take that hit without comment because...yeah he kind of does seriously deserve it.]

Yeah, sorry - sorry about that. If we hadn't already replaced his real body with the fake, I would have let them bend the rules enough to save him. But I couldn't risk the producers finding out we made the swap.

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