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WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION
W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ FOUR: 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 - Yuri Leclerc 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 and arch across the curtains, as somewhere, a drumroll plays.
Lights, camera, action!
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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lmao. well.
the arrow sails out of the crossbow and while yuri does move to the side as soon as he spots the maniac with the weapon at the end of the hall, he's not fast enough to avoid it entirely. it sinks into his left thigh not too far from the injuries already there, causing him to stumble with a pained curse as it hits already injured tissue. but he can't stop -- he heard the door crash in behind him. he knows what that means.
he's quick to reach down and snap the long end off the arrow, leaving a shorter length sticking out, but he has to keep going. he stumbles into the attacker with far too much of his weight, balance unsteady from trying not to put too much weight on his doubly injured leg. ]
Keep going. [ please. please, please, don't worry about him and forget about the group behind them, sheila.
he's too focused on this attacker to notice the one appearing behind him, weapon steadied and raised, before letting off a shot. ]
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[Bold of him to assume she wouldn't worry about him with an arrow in his fucking leg!
She reaches for him, grabbing his arms to steady him and pull him away from his attack and towards the stairs just around the corner. However...
kyuu mommy? sorry. Roll: [15] Result: 15
Unlike Yuri, Sheila does notice the second attacker.
Her reaction is instantaneous. Sheila shoves Yuri out of the way, pushing him past the corner and towards the stairs so he is shielded by the wall. But there is no time for her to dodge the grapple gun. The hook pierces through her stomach and knocks her flat on her back. And although the movie is in black and white to the audience, they will still notice that Sheila's blood is almost pitch black as it splatters on the floor under her. More blood stains the front of her white shirt.
Sheila does not move.]
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Sheila abruptly sits up just in time for the man with the grapple gun to start reeling her in, smearing more of her blood all over the ground. She seems to be more offended than in any actual physical pain.]
Seriously?!
[She will make a valiant attempt to rip the hook out of her stomach, but the claws have found purchase on her back — it's impossible without tearing an even bigger hole through her abdomen. Around her, the hands that previously clawed and grabbed at her now reach for her blood.]
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[ oh. well. whiplash?
it takes yuri a moment to put two and two together, having seen her fall like that. but as soon as she sits up, shouting, he almost moves on autopilot. the attacker with the gun still stands before them, arm steady as he tries to drag sheila across the ground towards him.
he grabs the nearest, sharpest thing he can find -- something sharp, shattered and broken lying on the ground, and darts forwards to grab the cord attaching the gun to the hook. it's pure adrenaline that has him hack through it, uncaring and unaware of the dark flow of blood from his hand the harder he grips. with the attackers so focused on sheila's blood on the ground, their hands pressing to it obsessively, he has a moment to grab hold of sheila, tug her upright and drag the both of them up the last set of stairs and onto...
the roof.
it's quiet up here. the scenery is beautiful. but there's nowhere else to go. only them, the scenery and a single beautiful blade on a crate nearby. ]
Shit. Shit, now what?
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Shit.
Sheila locks the door behind them, part of the hook and its cord still attached to her body. Despite it, she shows no signs of pain or fatigue.
Only acceptance when she sees the single blade, and nowhere else to run.]
... Now, you have to kill me. And then movie ends, and you'll be safe for another week.
[Gently. She walks to the crate, picking up the blade and turning it over in her hands, before she holds it out to Yuri.]
Remember how I told you I was immortal? Well... That's still kind of true, but not exactly. [Calmly, she smiles a bit sadly at him.] So here's what you need to do. You take this absolutely gorgeous dagger, and you make sure to stab me through the eye hard enough to kill my brain. Easy.
[There is, unfortunately, not a lot of time for Yuri to think about this. Because they will soon hear multiple someones rushing up the stairs, and trying to break down the door.]
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there's this feeling of failure. it's instant, and it's intense. with the sound of footsteps and the banging on the door. seeing how high up they are, and that understanding that there's nowhere else to go.
he'd had to try, it felt like. because those attackers, whatever they are, and their fixation on sheila -- the idea of them getting their hands on her was just as bad as the hotel doing this her.
"they can't have her".
he reaches out and takes the dagger with a sigh. ]
I'd sort of hoped something might come to me. Some way of getting you out of this mess.
[ that feeling of failure. knowing he can't lie, manipulate, charm or sneak his way out of this one. he grips the dagger in one hand -- still bloodied, still running on adrenaline, and steps forwards to wrap sheila in a hug. ]
...
I'm sorry. I won't let them have you. Not in the way they want.
[ he knows what has to be done. he's done something like it before. he'll probably do it again. but right here and now, he has to do this and it feels like the worst thing he could possibly do. he keeps his grip on her tight. so she's not alone, and she knows she's not alone in these last few moments. ]
We'll see you soon. All of us.
[ and without a pause he reaches around the back of her head, still holding her tightly, and drives the dagger through her temple and into her brain. ]
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aka
Sheila Hammond is Dead!
The Dame - Played by Sheila Hammond
The Gentleman - Played by Yuri Leclerc
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 Sheila lies on the floor, broken and lifeless as Yuri remains frozen in his spot next to her. As the audience watches, a wave of shadows burst from Sheila, scattering around the room and briefly pitching everyone into that same, alarming darkness you experienced Thursday night. You soon hear the sound of footsteps, graceful and steady, but as the shadows clear from your vision you spot the corpse of Sheila making its way across the stage, dagger still driven through its temple.
It walks forward and gives a little bow of gratitude for watching its performance. But it doesn't stop there. As it stands upright, it pauses to look at the crowd before blowing a sweet, gentle kiss. There's love and devotion to the gesture, but it doesn't linger long. It turns then, giving one more wave before beginning to walk once more. 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 Sheila’s corpse you won’t be able to find her just yet.
When you exit the theater, you will find everything is back to normal. But feel free to visit the Starlight Cemetery to see someone new.
You can check out any time you’d like, but you can never leave.]