the theatre

[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 mansion, 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.

There are no other doors in the hall save for the one leading back into the theatre room. There are also no windows; it is impossible to tell where you are and what is going on in the outside world. Any attempts to break out will fail. So in the meantime, why not sit back and enjoy the show?

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

[speakveryclearly]

[Singing, not very well]

Now the truth is clear to see! The mastermind was always me! That's why Poland bit the dust - part-Romani, it's a must!

[souredsweet]

[it is beautiful.]

A truly suiting ballad. ...Or should I perhaps say- [pitching his voice up because apparently May has not suffered enough yet, now she must be impersonated too.] -Miss Rapture always provides the finest entertainment! Even if you are the producer, I will be grateful for your beautiful song, which will surely be remembered for generations to come!

[speakveryclearly]

[She has to just pat impression-May on the head because even that is too cute]

That's enough for now. We'll get to the bottom of this and get that mastermind arrested. Like the civilized human beings most of us are.





I have government combat training.

[souredsweet]

[snickering...

and then looking SUPER NERVOUS AND MELANCHOLY, almost like he's suffering from a sudden stomach ache.]

—Thank you, Alice. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to get the clue, but... this next investigation, I think we can figure it out. We have to, even though I may be hiding the missing puzzle pieces that are actually needed. But that would really be ridiculous, because if I was the producer, I would have only put one rule in place...

There will be no stripping.

[notyetlost]

Needs more screaming for that last bit.

[souredsweet]

That sort of spectacular air of panic would be quite difficult to recapture... [clears his throat... and then, with a surprisingly (or not, really, who's surprised by Kaoru's acting skill by now) accurate rendition of panicky irateness:]

—Fine! Fine! We should just— hold every trial in the nude! Strip searches for every murder! Sonia can bring her waterboarding table and May's panda can be the interrogator and the ratings will be so high that we might as well do it every week!

[notyetlost]

[Okay now Poland's giggling--]

Ehehee~!

[souredsweet]

[also grinning and looking equally amused once he's done pretending to be on-the-edge Lithuania.]

That was an impressive moment...

[notyetlost]

Yeah, Liet's totally hilarious when you can get him to that point.

[Poland says this like he's been responsible for getting Lithuania to that point a lot over the centuries.]

[souredsweet]

[he would not at all be surprised.]

I almost wish that we had a follow up performance... Seeing that sort of reaction twice would have been amusing. [a sigh! such regrets.]

...He was the person you were married to, yes? The one that you mentioned earlier when you spoke of your home?

[notyetlost]

[There's always a theater encore. Especially if he finds out what Poland said about screwing.]

Mmm... [Poland still looks kind of embarrassed he was cheating on his husband with his husband who is actually no longer his husband.] Yeah, that'd like. Be him.

[souredsweet]

[maybe his freakout will boost ratings even from the graveyard...]

Latvia said that he was looking forward to you regaining your memories of that. [Latvia is apparently very invested in the romcom aspects of murder manor.] It looks like you had nothing to worry about, then.

1/2

[notyetlost]

Latvia's kind of a douche. [Don't get invested in his love life you guys!]

[notyetlost]

But yeah. Looks like it.

And I was totally divorced by 1863 too, so I didn't cheat on Liet with France either! [WHAT A RELIEF.] I'm like totally pure to the max!

[speakveryclearly]

[Talking a little too fast because the ritalin has almost worn off]

That's right, in America we keep our clothes on at all times, unless you want to have a conversation in private, which I've resigned myself to nobody doing with me considering the risks of getting in a relationship during a murder mystery. Guess who's staying alive till the end of this horror movie. Mazurek Dąbrowskiego.

So in our culture when we think people are our sexpot servants, we just dress them up as skimpily as possible, but maintain modest costumes for our own dignity.

[souredsweet]

[making a small choking noise of laughter and then BAM, super passive aggressive smile. spainemote.png...]

Ay, how sad. What's life without love? A budding romance is worth the risk of dying!

[speakveryclearly]

[She opens her mouth, can't think of anything, closes it, and then opens it again suddenly with her hand covering her eyes]

I can't guarantee your safety, but I do have to admit it will raise ratings! Good luck, lovebirds~!

[souredsweet]

[that gets a good, loud laugh from him! he looks fairly satisfied now, propping his chin up with his hand while his elbow rests against the chair's arm.]

How good! I had forgotten that she was still part of those "among the living", to be honest.

[speakveryclearly]

Mmm-hmm, so had I until the last moment. I wonder why she was spared from Gundam's shot...? I'm very curious about her true motivations. After all, if she's the producer's employee, she's practically one of our group.

[souredsweet]

[oh, huh. he looks vaguely surprised, but nods.]

I hadn't thought of it like that... But I suppose it's true enough. She's certainly seemed reluctant at times - more so as the game has progressed.

[speakveryclearly]

She wanted to give them the clue. That makes her a sort of smaller Sonia, doesn't it?

[notyetlost]

Don't insult Doris like that.

[speakveryclearly]

Insult? I am giving her practically the highest compliment possible.

[souredsweet]

[the term makes his lips quirk in amusement.]

It would seem so. A Sonia who was unwilling to risk her life and land... Or so it seems, anyway. She may have even more on the line than we do.

[speakveryclearly]

Maybe she's just waiting for the right time to make her move. It's not as if she can compete in our contests to earn weaponry.