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suitedreams2022-06-12 08:30 am
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WEEK 0 - EXECUTION
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.̷
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[Slowly and carefully, she reaches over to put a hand on his shoulder. The one with his not fucked up hand.]
Sieghart, I'm so sorry. I take back, like, two thirds of all the bad stuff I said about you. That must have been so difficult.
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I was the one whose death they mourned. If it was difficult for anyone, it was them.
[The smile stretches into a grin.]
In any case, I couldn't live my mortal life after I was reborn as a Highlander. Even now, there's something I have to do. Let's get this over with, shall we?
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She nods, squeezing his shoulder once before pulling away.]
Okay. So... How about this? [Picking up the fountain pen, she gestures at the desk.] You lay your head down, I stab you through the ear, and drive this neat pen into your brain. It should be quick and relatively painless, so what do you say?
[Said so casually, like talking about stabbing a dude's brain is a totally normal thing.]
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Like this?
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Yeah, just like that. [She glances at the fountain pen again, and then at him, looking apologetic.] ... This would definitely be better with a knife, but they did not equip this office for murder. Sorry.
[Stretches a little, shakes her arms and legs like she's trying to psych herself up, and and then she lifts the pen above his head.]
Welp, here goes something.
[And with that, she stabs down through his ear!]
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The pen swings down.]
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[Sieghart bolts upright, dead hand coming up to dangle uselessly by his assailed ear, with ink splattered all over the right side of his face. The force of his sudden movement knocks the chair back, sending it toppling onto the floor.
Tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Meanwhile, two thirds of the fountain pen sits firmly in Sheila's hand that Sieghart knocked away in his knee-jerk reaction to the pain.]
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[Sheila yeets the broken remains of the pen away, running over to grab him by the shoulders and inspect the damage.]
Sieghart, are you okay?! Did the tip snap off inside you?
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[His arm lowers. It's too deep for Sheila to be able to see, so he just answers:]
. . . It's still in my ear. I can't hear out of it anymore.
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Sorry! [Ughhhh, she gently nudges him towards the desk so he can lean against it.] Fuck, I should have gone for your eye... Usually, being bad at murder would be a good thing.
[Just. Mumbling! Stressed mumbling. Sorry to the shirtless teen in the audience.
Sheila will just start pulling the drawers out of the desk, turning them upside down to look for something else sharp or pointy — but there's nothing really there. Just more paper, envelopes, ink... But nothing as convenient as a letter opener.]
Ugh, I can't find anything... What should we do, hit you with the chair? That is so angry!
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We don't have much of a choice now, do we? Go and pick up the chair.
[Once she does, he'll drop down to crouch on the floor so that she can have access to his head.]
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This is so not going to work, but fine. Picking up the chair.
[And then she picks up the chair
and unceremoniously bashes it over his head.]
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Agh!
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Use the typewriter!
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And then she picks up the typewriter and bashes that over Sieg's head, too.]
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It's Sieghart's time to stare at the camera like he's on the office. He can't even cry out in pain at this point.]
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You've done enough. Sit down. I'll take care of this.
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and grips his shoulders.]
Sieghart, you are a very brave young man [he's older than her??] but you also have only one working hand and literally no part of this office is ADA compliant. Don't give up on me. I have one last idea.
[Her expression is solemn, like trying to murder him is a sacred pact she's made and now she's gotta go through with it. She gently squeezes his shoulders, trying to be comforting.
And then she abruptly picks him up bridal style, and throws the whole ass man out the window.
The camera pans out and— oh. Did we mention they're on the 20th floor of an office building? Well, now you know.]
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[His eyes widen a smidgen at the sudden bridal carry, but he doesn't resist. What a sight he must make in Sheila's arms with ink, splinters, and mechanical bits all over his person. His ear hurts. His head throbs. His shoulders ache. Everything is in pain.
The window has been open this entire time. However, the weather outside shuts it just as Sieghart is thrown.]
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He gasps. His eyes widen in terror, and Sieghart scrambles and fails to grip the window frame with his dead hand as the sensation of free fall hits him. His lifeline ends there. He barely glimpses Sheila's face before he's sent over the edge, out into the dark and stormy night.
He falls, disappearing from the screen—but not . . . quietly.]
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Well.
Between the window shutting and forcing Sieghart to bust through it like a sad Koolaid man, and the look of terror on his face just before he disappears from sight, Sheila seems to glance at the camera—
Oh, no.
[Oh, yeah.]
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aka
Ercnard Sieghart is Dead!
The Baguette Detective - Played by Ercnard Sieghart
The Divorce Lawyer - Played by Sheila Hammond
Filmed on location at the Starlight Hotel
The cast and crew of Starlight Productions would like to remind you that murdering a fellow guest outside of filming will guarantee the safety of your hostage.
Sponsored by Starlight C*ke
[The lights raise up just slightly, barely enough to see the theater as the screen rises up. The body of Sieghart lies on the floor, broken and lifeless as Sheila remains grounded in her spot next to him. As the audience watches, a wave of shadows burst from Sieghart, scattering around the room and briefly pitching everyone into that same, alarming darkness you experienced Thursday night. You soon hear the sound of footsteps, heavy and slightly clumsy, but as the shadows clear from your vision you spot the corpse of Sieghart making its way across the stage.
It walks forward and gives a little bow of gratitude for watching its performance before it begins to exit the stage. Everyone in the theater is paralyzed, and as soon as the corpse steps out the exit the house lights come on.
The shadows and the skeletons are gone. You are once again free to move, but if you attempt to chase after Sieghart’s corpse you won’t be able to find him just yet.
When you exit the theater though, you may notice that a new door has been unlocked. Feel free to visit the Starlight Cemetery now.
You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.]
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Sheila is just going to gently stare at the void after the lights come on.]
What the fuck.