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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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Sex appeal probably. [Sucks to look twelve.]

I wasn't sure if I believed it completely until you guys told me about the rating stipulations but, yeah that is kind of weird on her part.

I don't get how the ratings could have been bombing, we were doing good. [Aside from the occasional unfortunate scapegoating....]

Yeah the fact that they're all ripped up is weird. Like. I don't trust anything found by or on Doris at this point. It could all just be garbage clues staged to lead them to the wrong person.

Yeah... I wonder when that note was written. I remember the trial I was scapegoated, she said the ratings were really high. Were they falling because people weren't getting naked enough?

[He really hopes it isn't because that's a terrible reason]

Besides, the ratings shouldn't be entirely on our shoulders. It's irresponsible for a director to round up a bunch of actors, give them a rough idea of the plot and then tell them to make an award-winning film out of it. The producers should be doing everything they can to improve ratings as well.

If the show's doing badly it's not because we're doing badly, it's because they're inexperienced in television producing.

Sonia breaking the rules was probably when she killed me since designated killers were told to focus only on the lower lists. [But being punished for that makes it look like Lithuania is the mastermind and he's not.]

I can't place the ratings one... unless maybe everyone totally missed me being alive so much they stopped watching.

And I guess Rapture, Sonia and Spain being popular with the audience was probably when they were deciding on rankings one of the weeks.

[Latvia...]

Um... because I'm sure that taking personal responsibility is definitely a priority of theirs after deciding to bring thirty some odd people to a mansion in the middle of nowhere and letting them hack each other to death.

I can totally see all the people jumping at the opportunity to have this mess on their resumes.

Nothing about this was all our fault, these people are insane.

Well, maybe that was a bit...

But the point still stands! We can hardly be blamed for their poor work.

[But they'll still be blamed anyway]

E-Either way, the rest of the notes might have the clue to the mastermind somewhere... Maybe that's who the advertisers preferred.

Actually, who are the advertisers? It feels like any mention of any kind of sponsor has been obscured.

... [Actually good point Latvia.] Yeah... the placard was smudged...

Maybe if they ask that weird box it'll spit out an answer.

If they actually think to ask that is.

I think they're a bit preoccupied right now.

If it's smudging it for us, maybe it'd just smudge it for them too...

[Poland shrugs.] I wonder what the keys in Doris' purse go to though.

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