WEEK 0 - EXECUTION

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ZERO: EXECUTION

By now, you've all got to be expecting it. Time marches on, and as Sunday morning arrives, you'll find yourself rising from your bed around 9. It starts off as a gentle suggestion, a feeling that you're going to be late for something. Aren't you going to be late for something?

Whether you answer that call or not, eventually, you'll find yourself walking directly down to the lobby, to a room that has so far been locked. All of you stand in front of a pair of golden doors, blocked off by a red velvet rope.

There's a moment of silence, and then a strange clattering noise. The doors fly open, and you'll find that you're standing in a darkened room where rows and rows of blue velvet seats lead up to a stage. The stage in front of you is covered with a pair of matching, rich blue velvet curtains, emblazoned with the logo of the Starlight Hotel.

Welcome, everyone, to the Starlight Theater.

You'll find yourself feeling like you must sit. You can choose your seat, but every seat in the house in the Starlight Theater guarantees a perfect view of the stage - there's no hiding. Should you try to merely stand, you'll find a pair of hands on your shoulders, and your body will move along without your permission into a seat. For those of you looking at your less cooperative friend, you might see the figure walking them to their seat is skeletal in nature, almost dancing behind them as they're ushered into their seat.

In fact... The empty seats in the theater are already filled. Skeletons sit in each empty seat, but make no mistake, audience: they clatter and move around, excited. Some of them are holding popcorn. Some of them look at you, then at the screen, eager. Others raise their arms to flag something, or someone - shadowy ushers burst from the floor and provide refreshments - and skeletons pour drinks down their nonexistent throats and stomachs, slurping at straws in a way that should be impossible.

Eventually, the bone clattering stops, and a hush falls over the crowd. Looking around, you might have noticed that one of your own didn't make it to the theater - Sheila Hammond is not among you.

Perhaps she's backstage?

You don't get much time to think about it, though. The lights dim, and a pair of spotlights spin arches across the curtains, as somewhere, a drumroll plays.

Lights, camera, action!

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█ LOCATIONS █ STATUSES █ PROFILES █ AUDIENCES
█ REPORTING █ PRIVATE CONVOS █ MURDER

Comments

[preowned]

Oh.

I did not have it on my card either then.

[skyagain]

If anyone did, I'd be surprised.

[ he almost misses the guillotine now that he has to watch this weird subtitled movie. almost ]

[preowned]

This is one way to make sure we don't try to interfere...

[skyagain]

While making sure all we can do is stick around and watch with the skeletons.

[preowned]

[ he glances around them. ]

To rub salt in the wound?

[skyagain]

Or to remind us what we're here for.

[preowned]

[ he's squinting at the office on the screen ]

They seem confused about divorce.

[skyagain]

Yeah, so am I.

[ not that he is particularly hyped for the fight to the death part but why the hell are they there ]

[preowned]

[ he is about to make more divorce commentary but then sieg talks about his hand and. hm.... ]

[skyagain]

[ yeah cloud's doing that thing where you lean forward to read the subtitles better even though it does not help

so sieg explain and; ]

Guess he's calmed down since yesterday.

[ he GUESSES ]

[preowned]

Yeah, it looks like it.

[ .......... ]

Why is Roxas here now.

[skyagain]

[ yeah cloud just looked like he'd drifted off into space for a bit but he startles when tsuru. says that ]

... Who's Roxas?

[ he says nothing about his own ghost thank ]

[preowned]

A good child.

[ he just redirects his attention back to the screen. ]

[skyagain]

... Alright.

[ weird how close that name is to sora. anyway tsurumaru can have the screen cloud is still looking at a skeleton nearby and putting a hand to his forehead like he has a headache. this is just any other day for him ]

[preowned]

[ this is fine they are vibing.

he does glance at cloud. he would offer him an aspirin but he ate his ten minutes into the murdergame. ]

[skyagain]

[ so did cloud so honestly it's fine. aspirins can't cure radiation poisoning. ]

[preowned]

Did something like this happen at your place?

[ he just. gestures at his own hallucination. ]

[skyagain]

... In the Realm? [ cloud belatedly realizing other people are seeing things too for once ] No. Executions didn't affect... the audience.

[ for lack of a better word ]

[preowned]

I see...

[ he does not answer the same question about his games because he has no fucking idea. ]

How thoughtful of them.

[skyagain]

Guess the real show is too boring right now.

[ because it's pre bloodshed, Not because cloud doesn't care about the tragic wife misunderstanding. though also he does not, because he is an ass ]

[preowned]

... you might have spoke too soon.

[ although for all he knows they might just sit down and sign divorce papers and then fight to death via the pen they use to sign them (twinks don't interact) ]

[skyagain]

We'll see.

[ he is also guessing they might have to use a damn pen. where are the weapons in this law office ]

[preowned]

Oh wow they're really going for the pen.

[skyagain]

... That's a choice.

[evocationary]

[not here because she doesn't know about twink vs twink but also :nyeh:]