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

[notyetlost]

Wow it's gonna take you that long to realize it's not him?

I guess your skin is the only bright thing about you.

[speakveryclearly]

[She spends a while trying to make another shit-eating grin but she just can't muster the energy. Pity soaks into her gaze.]

You know, if you can't bring yourself to punch him in the shame globes when the time comes but still want it to happen, I'll do it for you.

[notyetlost]

You lay a hand on Liet and I'll make you eat the candy corn on your head.

[speakveryclearly]

I'd tear them off to let you use as weapons against him first. You Earth Europeans like swords, right?

[notyetlost]

Nope, because he's innocent.

[speakveryclearly]

--Hey. I'm actually curious about something.

Do you know what was going on with his Halloween costume?

[notyetlost]

What the gangster thing?

[speakveryclearly]

Yeah. Is that some kind of reference to his history?

[notyetlost]

Oh yeah, definitely.

Lithuania's history is just busting at the seams with organized crime and as we all know Latvia has a rich tradition of sheet ghosts wearing halloween undies.

[speakveryclearly]

!

[She clearly believes him completely and literally.]

[notyetlost]

That was sarcasm.

[speakveryclearly]

Oh.

............

Organized... crime... that's what such clothing signifies in your culture, huh...

[Thinking it over...]

[notyetlost]

It's a costume.

Liet's got about as much gangster cred as I have medical degrees.

[speakveryclearly]

Still, it reflected your taste in colors.

What does it mean about him? That he's sharp?

[notyetlost]

It reflects on how he looks hot in a suit. [Poland is just. Rolling his eyes.]

You're just grasping at straws now, unless Susan secretly adores being thought of as a pink marshmallow.

[speakveryclearly]

What. You think I'm suggesting this is evidence he organized criminals?

That's quite a leap of logic there. I'm just asking you because it was something I always wondered and you're the expert.

1/2

[notyetlost]

You said it, not me.

It's clothing. There's like, nothing special about it.

2/2

[notyetlost]

Although the nurse outfit may have had special seduction powers.

[speakveryclearly]

Are you sure the suit didn't have loyalty-induction stitched into its seams?

[notyetlost]

I'm used to people underestimating me and the things I believe in.

Eventually you'll see.

[speakveryclearly]

I've seen my hopes destroyed one by one. That person dangled the restoration of my race in front of me like a carrot in front of a mule.

I can't -- I can't.

1/2

[notyetlost]

Then don't.

[notyetlost]

But don't tell me that my reasons for choosing to believe in Lithuania are based on just fabrications, or imply that I'm simply too stupid or too emotional to understand the greater picture laid out before me.

Don't tell me that my anger for being used as nothing more than a tool without my consent in something I didn't and still don't believe in is invalid.

[speakveryclearly]

[She can't look at him anymore.]

Going in circles. [The rest of the words not very clear.]