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]

[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.

[notyetlost]

Funny, I like. Totally don't recall Doris being a reckless brat.

[speakveryclearly]

Are you suggesting you don't think Doris would have the strength of character to walk away from a promise of security from ruin for her homeland? You realize what a risk she took, in the name of unveiling the mastermind? How easily someone with her mystery skills could have covered up a crime committed against any of the deadweights?

[notyetlost]

[Oh please.]

Oh yes, I'm like. So super grateful Sonia took a risk you know, with my life and her whole country on a stupid whim that's totally wrong.

Gosh. I just can't contain my gratitude.

[speakveryclearly]

You'll be really happy you had time to get used to the idea once the truth comes out, won't you?

[notyetlost]

I think it's like. Super funny that you think after spending less than four weeks with the guy and reading a little blurb in a notebook that you know Lithuania better than me.

Hilarious even!

You can martyr Sonia's stupidity all you want. It doesn't change the fact that she's wrong.

[speakveryclearly]

It's not about how well you know people, in this game. I don't pretend to understand why he does what he has. Don't you understand... why else would they have taken away our memories? It would have been unfair.

[notyetlost]

I don't need my memories to know it's not him.

[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.

[souredsweet]

She was far more limited than we were in that regard... I do not envy her position.

[speakveryclearly]

I hope she perhaps can get her own happy ending too.

[souredsweet]

Maybe so. Ours is looking like it might be better than we had initially thought, so... [he trails off at that, but looks strangely content.]

[speakveryclearly]

Maybe she can become an actual hostess and have wonderful dinner parties with murder mysteries that are actually games.

[souredsweet]

That sounds like a quaint end. I wonder, though... If she has been the Hostess more than one round, she may want nothing to do with hosting again. Perhaps she could retire to a nice cottage in the mountains and live out the rest of her days in peace.

[speakveryclearly]

In Ukraine's steppes. She can learn to knit.

[souredsweet]

That does sound picturesque... And she looks like the sort of person who would enjoy knitting if she gave it a try.