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suitedreams2022-07-17 08:36 am
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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!
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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[ he is officially announcing that he does not consent to have his chicken involved if he is ever in an execution ]
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We won't allow Bob-chan to be a part of these awful productions.
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they're at a tea party now.
i see. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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. ]
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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. ]
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[ he just leans in to whisper in her ear. ]
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... I know, but....
[ here is where her anger starts to fade. ]
It hurts either way. It almost hurts more this way.
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[ he gives her hand another squeeze.
yjh meanwhile murders people who aren't dimitri. ]
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[ 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.
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[ as she watches dimitri croquet mallet some cards. ]
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but then the character roles change??? tsuru doesn't know who these people are. ]
Did they run out of people to cast in this...
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[ her hold on his hand tightens when it seems like they're finally nearing the whole point of this farce of a play. ]
To hire two terrible actors like this.
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[ he leans against her. ]
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[ if she knew more about yjh, she might think it's an almost suiting match up for dimitri, who wants to die so much, but because she doesn't know yjh prefers people to choose life, she just leans against tsuru. ]
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[ he's still against her, but he does sit a little straighter as the film goes on. his grip on shinobu's hand tightens yet again, not enough to hurt, but enough to be a firm hold in her grasp. ]
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you can see the exact moment her heart breaks because of dimitri. she can no longer hold onto the anger keeping her together.
her tears fall, unbidden and silent, and she lifts her free hand to her face even as her eyes remain locked on the screen. ]
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the white nine-tailed fox is no sooner resting her head onto Shinobu's lap, wrapping all her tails around like a blanket. providing a familiar comfort. ]
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she loves her emotional support fox. ]
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and when joonghyuk raises the spear, and strikes it through dimitri, tsuru simply raises their joint hands and presses a kiss to their knuckles. his eyes don't leave the screen.
another promise made, then. ]