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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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Ahh... Okay! It's been a while since I got to use a brush. [He takes the brush, but then gives the hair hanging over his shoulder a wry look. It was bad enough he had tons of thick hair, but it's been pretty unruly lately since he'd only been using his fingers to brush it since he died.

Ryou starts to pull the brush through his hair, but it gets stuck multiple times.] Ow...ow.

Edited 2014-08-05 02:00 (UTC)

[Ryou--!! Peko looks somewhat alarmed, though it might just be because she's afraid the bristles in her brush might get caught in his hair and get pulled out, so she doesn't even ask. She just takes his wrist and applies slight pressure it to force him to let go so she can grab it back.]

If I had known you were not brushing it, I would have lent you my brush weeks ago. Use your fingers first.

S-sorry... It seemed okay when I brushed it with my fingers earlier? [He starts to thread his fingers through his hair, stopping to ease out a knot now and then.] I didn't want to ask.

[She looks somewhat disappointed and annoyed at him as she shakes her head and sets the brush in her lap.]

Would you like me to do it?

[Hair was very serious business... He seems worried by that look she's giving him.]

Ah... [NOT REALLY.] Sure. [He smiles anyway.]

Very well.

[She ignores the brush for now and just reaches with both hands. Surprisingly enough, her touch is fairly gentle; methodical, but she doesn't yank on it or anything. If anything, she's fairly good at it, deft fingers carefully pressing against the back of his head as she works at untangling it.]

Is there a reason you keep it this long?

[Clearly every male should have hair like the bocchan.]

[Ryou's a little tense, his hands clasped over his knees, but he's trying to relax and just let Peko work.]

Not really, I just like it this way... [It really was that simple.]

I see.

[She understands why he's so tense -- letting someone's hands so close to several vital points is no simple matter -- but she keeps her touch as gentle as possible with the sheer amount of tangles she has to work with.

Once the worst offenses worth of the knots are out, she moves to the brush, pulling it gently through his hair.]

If you wish to borrow this at any time, I will not stop you. Have you ever done anything with it aside from wear it down?

[Peko, no... That's not why he's nervous. That's not even close. He's just shy.]

Thank you, Peko-chan. [Who knew she would be so generous about her brush? He feels a little silly for not asking sooner.] Sometimes I'll tie my hair up in a ponytail if I'm cooking or doing anything where it might get messy, but that's about it.

Edited 2014-08-06 19:30 (UTC)

[???? Being shy does not compute, Ryou. It's just a hair brush, though, she's really not concerned about whether or not other people use it as long as they don't ruin it.]

I see. I can show you how to braid it once it is more manageable. I find it easier to keep the stray hairs in place.

[What if somebody had lice, Peko?! Or really bad dandruff!]

My hair's pretty unruly, do you really think that will work...? [Wavy, thick, and fluffy. No wonder why he didn't like getting it wet.]

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