suitedreams | WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION

W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ FIVE: 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 - Yoo Joonghyuk 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!

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[ that's fine, when has he ever complained of that? ]

[ never but ]

He deserves to be a bunny.

[ bitter!! ]

At least Dimitri looks nice in the dress...

[ she makes a face. ]

I must disagree.

[ she's so mean right now. ]

Edited (my icon!!) 2022-07-17 17:20 (UTC)

Ah.

[ he will compliment dimitri wearing dresses in her stead..... ]

I suppose it might not be his style.

[ ... ]

There's no creativity if it matches his usual color scheme.

It would be better if it were all white. Like Yoo Joonghyuk has the right idea here!

[ i'm sorry

that actually does make her laugh for half a second because she knows yjh doesn't care for white. ]

White is a superior color, isn't it?

[ her tsuru bias will make her dunk yjh every fucking time. ]

It definitely is. It really missed a chance to make them match.

[ the hotel fails yet again... ]

This play has a terrible sense of beauty.

[ and as she watches dimitri kick a door down with just two kicks, she looks angrier somehow?

she is getting angry over the stupidest things this execution. ]

[ he squeezes her hand back. ]

I never understand any of these references.

Should I read more books from the library...? Do I want to understand this?

[ she squeezes his hand back before she sees Niah.

:umm: ]

Is this animal cruelty?

This is too far...

[ he is officially announcing that he does not consent to have his chicken involved if he is ever in an execution ]

[ good for you, niah! judge the hell out of yjh. ]

We won't allow Bob-chan to be a part of these awful productions.

Oh, thank you. I fear she has seen far too much in her young years.

they're at a tea party now.

i see. ]

She can afford to be a little sheltered.

[ no one can hear a silent film, but captions and subtitles exist, dimitri.

she doesn't need him to say for her to be reminded, but.

shinobu is quickly approaching her limit even if she starts feeling disconnected? it's a good thing she won't look down at herself so she can simply be full of rage (but disconnected). ]

I'll kill him myself.

I believe you would need to be a rabbit to do so.

[ he glances away from the screen for a second to look at her, and then he returns his gaze to it. he's also probably patting futaba at the same time. two hands. i have long ago given up on imagining how everyone in this theater is sitting in relation to each other. ]

[ they are sitting in a way that allows everyone to touch everyone for our threading and emotional purposes.

if tsuru wanted to use both hands to comfort a traumatized futaba, shinobu wouldn't be mad about it. ]

I wouldn't need to be anything other than a rabbit.

[ shinobu would be very sympathetic to yjh's story, if there are subtitles, if this weren't dimitri's execution, but we're here now. ]

You definitely wouldn't, but...

[ he just leans in to whisper in her ear. ]

[ she closes her eyes, and she takes a shaky breath. ]

... I know, but....

[ here is where her anger starts to fade. ]

It hurts either way. It almost hurts more this way.

... I suppose it's another cruelty. No matter what, someone will hurt.

[ he gives her hand another squeeze.

yjh meanwhile murders people who aren't dimitri. ]

Such is the nature of these games.

[ they must see the queer before he can die. she's whatever about yjh murdering a bunch of cards. ]

At least he can't escape being a rabbit.