suitedreams | WEEK 0

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

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[ it's pretty viable as a method of killing, but, uh. usually not with a fountain pen? usually something thinner? they need a kabob skewer or something.

also, bucky jinxes it by saying good luck to them. hua cheng watches on impassively, ignoring whatever guilt skeleton has decided to haunt a ghost, and just - snorts humorlessly when sieghart jolts upright. ]

[ Bucky dips his head in...disappointment? At the world for not letting this go right on the first try. ]

Should've gone for the eyes...

[ muttering - ]

This is a comedy of errors. Hopefully there's something else they can use.

[ and then sheila also says she should've gone for the eyes. wow, bucky really knows the plot to this one!! ]

...how high up is this office?

Not high enough, I wager.

[ help he's telling her to get the chair. hua cheng massages his forehead. ]

[ bucky does too ]

This is supposed to be an execution, not a wrestling match.

[ oh. my dianxia. oh my god. help. dianxia give him strength.

he just covers his whole face with his hand now. ]

[ - the entire theater ]

[ he closes his Singular Eye ]

[ he is, unfortunately, still watching through his fingers.

mutters: ] I miss the spectres.

[ "KAEYA'S EXECUTION TRAUMA?" he said what he said ]

[ HUA CHENG MY EXECUTION TRAUMA!

he shoves his knee into his knee. ]

Do not jinx us.

[ shoves his knee back into his knee. ]

Might be swifter for the poor bastard at this rate. [ WHAT IS HE PLANNING TO DO ]

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[ THIS IS SO PATHETIC, HE CAN'T WATCH ANYMORE

he buries his face in his hands. are we all just covering our faces with our hands now ]

[ the whiplash of betrayed skeleton ghosts and having to watch a mockery of an execution turning into a mockery of a looney tunes skit is so much.

he sinks into his seat and looks through his fingers while she hits him over the head with the typewriter and it doesn't work. we are all covering our faces. ]

I wish I was illiterate.

I'd drink to that.

[ This is going so badly. ]

[ points at wherever the fuck bradley is on the seating chart in a "see you there" way ]

I wish I couldn't see. You got any spare eyepatches I could borrow?

Just the one, I'm afraid, and I very much need it right now.

[ bitch your icon has two ]

[ you cannot reach through the fourth wall for his shitpost secondary icon he keeps in fourth wall hammerspace for the comedic value, bucky, you're the wrong marvel for that ]

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[ anyway for real now--he peeks through his fingers to see her just THROW THE WHOLE MAN OUT??? ]

...I guess they were high enough.

I hope it's enough.

[ our threads are a mess it's fine bucky can get kaeya's flask in the other one ]

We'll see. [ splat ]

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I'm going to steal his, I need another at this point.

Damn, and I was just about to ask if you had any spares.