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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 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.

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[UNSANITARY]

How unkind. I only arrived with one pair and I need to save them to throw at the screen...

You can't just reach into the Mary Poppins gift bag and pull out another?

The only things I've pulled out so far are useless. [the pile that consists primarily of golden hair clips and a flute stacked next to his chair probably say as much.]

...Even if I could, I would not want you vomiting in the ones I have now.

Then stop trying to make me puke.

[Crunch crunch crunch-- oh hair clips oh!]

Oh let me play with your hair!

Your stomach is far too delicate. [yes it is totally Poland's fault and not his fault for being a crazy person who digs up corpses for scavenger hunts and then casually chats about it...

that earns him an arched brow, though.]

Are you that bored already?

Wow um. It's not like I just sat through two months of investigating gross corpses every week and spent the last week puking my brains out from the manor plague. God forbid I want to chill.

[Poland also arches a brow.]

I could make another catapult and launch peas at you if you'd prefer. [Rummaging around the gift bag for tongue depressors...]

I was quite glad to miss out on that illness... I suppose I can give you a small break if you must have one, then.

[but he doesn't particularly feel like having things flung at him agAIN POLAND.... so he gestures toward the pile of various hair knickknacks his bag has so generously provided with one hand. the other works to undo the simple bun his hair has been tied up into; IT IS A LOT probably more than it seems at first, enough to fall to his lower back.]

Here. You've already made enough of a mess with your popcorn, don't make a larger one.

Yeah. It sucked... [ ...damn delirium.]

[Wow he told you to dodge, blame yourself Kaoru.]

Ahhh. It's so pretty!

You know, Anastasia still hasn't show up yet. [he looks vaguely baffled by that for a second. then again, none of the victims during Touko's week had, either... so rude though, dodging those frosted flakes would have totally been against his persona's sensibilities!!

he absently runs a hand through some of it before shrugging.]

I know how to care for it well, I suppose.

Yeah well. There's not much of difference between that and when she was actually in the house. [Russians...]

[Poland starts pulling at it, maneuvering it into a crown braid.]

What you don't like it long?

[oh no he laughs...]

There is a truth to that. Perhaps she has arrived and has simply taken to a private corner. [he's quiet while Poland works though, only humming at the question initially. after a few seconds:]

I think I might cut it off if we are able to return.

That'd be cute.

A kind thing to say. I have not worn my hair short since I was very young, so I cannot say if it would look fitting or terrible, but... [his shoulders rise.] There is no point in continuing to carry on this facade.

It can't be that different. Just like, close your eyes and imagine your head without the bun.

See? Still cute.

[If scissors didn't count as a weapon, he'd help Kaoru with it himself.]

[he was totally hoping to find a pair in his bag earlier but tragedy, being weapons-less has sentenced him to a long wait.]

Quite the flatterer, even now. I suppose we will see soon enough whether or not you are correct. [he reaches up, tugging at some hair that hasn't been pulled into the braid yet.] I think I may feel better once I'm rid of it, either way.

[Why does everyone keep calling him that--]

It can be like, a fresh start!

[it is a true mystery.]

I do like the sound of that. I've waited long enough, I think...

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