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suitedreams2022-06-19 07:28 am
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WEEK ONE - EXECUTION
W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ ONE: 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 - Cloud Strife is not among you.
Perhaps he'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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[Time to watch a teen kill or be killed! As a mouse!]
Why can't these be straightforward? There's nothing wrong with simplicity.
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[ snow sitting here with his banh mi he had to go and get that should've been delivered an hour ago, with the vibe of walking in 15 minutes late with starbucks.
hua cheng doesn't even really react when clem gets whalloped with the mallet because he doesn't think it's actually going to do anything. ]
How does this show usually go?
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... There's less blood involved, for starters. The mouse usually wins. And at the end, the characters are always okay enough to come back for the next episode, like nothing happened.
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Think they're rewriting the script for their entertainment. [ it looks like the mouse might not come out on top this time. ]
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If I ever meet them face to face, I will literally turn them inside out.
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[ gravity can help do the work. ]
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There's the blood!
Sheila tenses, and remains silent as the camera pans away.]
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but tanhua shifts from where he's seated just enough to put his head on sheila's feet. ]