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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Comments

[preowned]

[ i have no idea how this seat chart even works how are these people all next to each other at the same time

either way he is reaching over to pat her on the head. ]

[technocool]

[ everyone is sitting next to each other somehow. which is great because it means that she can use her free hand to grab his and use it to cover her eyes instead. ]

[preowned]

[ that's fine. he will just cover her eyes for her. ]

[technocool]

[ i don't know shitfuck about brains but pretend futaba is muttering under her breath about what damage to x part would do what to the body in normal circumstances. ]

[preowned]

[ tsuru doesn't understand any words that she is saying but he's nodding in agreement ]

[technocool]

[ anyway from under tsuru's fingers, futabs is just wincing at this comedy of errors because ow? sieg your poor brain is going through it rn ]

I have a headache just watching this.

[preowned]

It may have gone faster if they actually fought to the death.

[technocool]

Imagine if the bread was the key item.

[preowned]

At this point he could have just tripped over it and hit his head and it would have been a cleaner death.

[technocool]

[ her eyes are still covered but he can probably feel the 'everybody hated that' emotion radiating off of her ]