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

[souredsweet]

Oh! I still have a little trouble differentiating one style from another here... [even like two months later.]

I feel as though that was something I should have noticed, though.

[speakveryclearly]

I had the hat with the veil and everything. [She waves her hand in front of her face.] To light up the room a little less, you see.

[souredsweet]

[he laughs, leaning back in his chair.]

That was a wise idea. A suiting look for you as well, surely.

[speakveryclearly]

Thanks.

[Now she's thinking about how she still fucked up big time though.]

[souredsweet]

[u tried kanyanyan. since he can pretty much guess what she's thinking:]

It was better for you to bow out early. We no longer have to dance to the tune of the producer here.

[speakveryclearly]

Yeah, but you can still hear the music and some people won't face it.

[POLAND.]

Even if we defeat that person - and even if we come back - what then? Do we get our prizes? Most likely not if Susan has been right all along. Just back home like this was all a bad dream?

[souredsweet]

It will become inevitable with time. [A SHRUG. he's starting to rethink his promise to let Poland have first punch if Lithuania does turn out to be the correct pick, though.]

...There are worse outcomes than that, but just returning home after two months of this seems... [a little impossible, really. he's having difficulty trying to picture readjusting.]

[speakveryclearly]

Yes. The amnesia does a bit to discourage one from that prospect, doesn't it?

I don't know... it almost feels like there has to be an even bigger twist.

[souredsweet]

Unfortunately so. [sighs!

and then looks vaguely disgruntled.] I do not think I could handle more twists.

[speakveryclearly]

Sonia didn't get devoured, instead something even worse. That's enough of a twist.

[souredsweet]

[his expression sours fantastically at that. even if he's kind of incapable of the whole genuine empathy thing, that was still a pretty horrific execution.]

That's a horrible twist. If the rest are like that, it would be better for us all to be long gone.

[speakveryclearly]

It is all going to be horrible, probably, in at least one day. I'm resigned to this.

[souredsweet]

[A FLAT LOOK but really he's no optimist either, so this kind of lines up with what he thinks...]

...At least we won't be surprised when it happens.

[speakveryclearly]

And aren't pleasant surprises the best kind?

[souredsweet]

Truly, few things can best it.