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!

N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷

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

Comments

[evocationary]

[a pause, and she glances at harrow.]

Never looked her up, so I guess I'll take your word for it.

[outsidebones]

We'll see what she does, and what she can do here...

[evocationary]

I guess she's got some advantages. [she says, absently, staring up at the screen.

and then she startles, staring at the skeleton in the seat ahead and slightly to the left of her.]

-- Harrow, did that skeleton change, or am I hallucinating.

[outsidebones]

Ah. So you saw it, too.

[she's been seeing it but just kind of casually ignored it sometimes you hallucinate.]

[evocationary]

[sometimes you hallucinate! she frowns.]

Yeah. [...] He's not actually there.

[outsidebones]

No, I don't imagine so.

[frowning too.]

[outsidebones]

[i didn't know where to put this but she's just watching with prim approval while sheila casually drives a pen into a man's ear. what a boss bitch.]

[evocationary]

[mood though? i don't trust the 1/2 but also like, go sheila.]

[outsidebones]

Oh dear, I was afraid of this. She needs something longer or sturdier to break through.

[oh, yeah also she clasps her ear in pain. ouchies.]

[evocationary]

[she makes a face.]

God, the powers-that-be would just make us watch as they comically try to kill him with a fountain pen. Sure! This is the one time physics work!

[outsidebones]

This is why it's good to always have bones on your person.

[little does she know her bones are nerfed]

[evocationary]

I mean, technically, he did have bones on his pers-- oh, you mean like, for killing.

[outsidebones]

Yes, or for emergency surgery. There are many applications.

[evocationary]

I'm a little afraid to ask how bones work in emergency surgery, but also, fascinated.

[...] Man, at least the UWU gave people things to kill each other with during these.

[outsidebones]

Ow.

[wincing when Sieg is bashed on the head with a chair!]

Weapons would be nice. Or lava.

[headmt]

Too soon.

[outsidebones]

You must admit it's efficient.

[headmt]

I really don't have to admit that!

[outsidebones]

[hold on she's busy experiencing being bashed by a typewriter. she slumps in her seat for a moment before continuing - ]

You would have liked it better if it was pens and typewriters?

[headmt]

[ Reaching over to squeeze her shoulder since. well that sucks. but he's not going to stop arguing about it either. ]

I don't have to like either one!

[evocationary]

-- Oh, fuck, I forgot you're connected to him. All this head trauma can't be great.

[outsidebones]

It's fine.

[slumping as he's hit with a typewriter.]

[evocationary]

I still have my aspirin if you want it.

[...]

You know, this is actually probably more of a deterrent to doing a murder than the threat of lava.

[headmt]

[ like three seconds after lup asks the identical question, from the other side:]

Harrow, is that skeleton changing or am I hallucinating?

[ skeleton expert please help ]

[outsidebones]

Yes, it's changing.

[she's trying to ignore it...]