WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

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W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ SIX: 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 - Kim Dokja 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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EXECUTION

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[as the curtains pull back, you're presented not with a live play, but with a screen. there's a soft click, a scratch noise, and then a whirring, as a light comes on and projects something.







the drumroll stops, and instead, a tune begins to play, crystal clear over the speakers. the title screen fades, and the only thing you can hear is music, as your silent film begins...]

PEANUT GALLERY

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[Your reactions go here. You are confined to your seats, but you did get to choose them, so hold hands or what have you. You hear the music from the film, but the dialogue from the two on screen will only be displayed as subtitles. You can't hear their voices for the duration of the film.]

A THING

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[As you watch this movie play out before you, you will find that the skeletons around you chatter eagerly, enthralled by the action and cheering for more. Before you can silence them, however, you soon notice the feeling of...something... slimy dripping down onto you from the ceiling. It's thick, cold and green, a little bit of goop falling from the crevices into your hair, your lap, or anywhere around you. Somehow, even worse, is the way the theater soon smells like toasted marshmallows? What a jarring set of events.]

[technocool]

[ futaba is quietly sitting in a ball with her daruma head on. if it sniffs on occasion, no one can judge her ]

[shinetrue]

[ diluc is here and he looks less than thrilled :/ canopus is in his lap, also looking very unamused. those are friends!!!!! 😾 ]

[ashenvaliant]

[ d'ya ever think about how the chasmas have just had a week? they had a week. they really had a week, huh.

yuri is sat here watching. it's only fair everyone sees this through, no? ]

[preowned]

[ he pats the top of her daruma. ]

[mustbepurged]

[Estelle sits down next to him, looking resigned, but still worried.

After a moment, she'll reach her hand to place it on his.]

[toesies]

[Why are the Chasmas cursed to suffer?

Sheila squints at the title card.]

Simp...leton?

[No.]

[supremity]

[ the scene is set: the music swells over... an otherwise unassuming, old fashioned library, it seems. the rows of bookshelves are silent, with no signs of trouble to be found, save for the fact that a ghost king stands at the front, dressed for the occasion at the front desk.

he looks down at himself, seems to decide that this is fine, and looks around for a moment. he doesn't seem particularly interested in checking the nearby titles of books, and instead begins to step around the desk. whatever this situation is... ]

I still don't understand any of these references. [ a disembodied voice goes shhh! somewhere in the background. hua cheng frowns at it. ] I'm about to be executed, I refuse to be quiet about it.

[ you will not take his right to bitch from him. ]

[preowned]

That's just rude...

[evocationary]

[lup is here! she is also looking better than she did yesterday... she looks just sunburnt now, which is nicer. she's curled up in a ball in her chair watching tiredly.]

[aono]

[If you mistakenly think Rin isn't here, that's understandable. Because while he has been forced into the auditorium, he's making himself small by curling up in his seat and hugging Rinkou tightly. He doesn't even want to look at the screen right now, he just wants this to be over.]

[wisterin]

[ shinobu is here, looking mostly calm and composed, until she sees dokja's name, and then there's a frown. ]

If anything happens to Jin, I'll kill them both myself.

[ when will she be nice during an execution? good question.

this is just to establish she's here because i have a baby shower to attend later this afternoon ]

[wisterin]

[ she nods...... ]

[toesies]

I know, right?

[technocool]

[ mood but in Tanhua ]

[toesies]

Kicking a king while he's down...

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[ it isn't for much longer that the grand library doors push open, a click of heels sounding before Kim Dokja appears. though, his... attire is questionable, as well as the large bulky device sitting heavily on his back. his slow turning an obvious sign of how heavy this thing kinda is.

he squints at the area, then down at himself and just... makes a face. a "i guess i may as well let this happen" sort of expression. but he manages to catch the sound of Hua Cheng's words and approaches him. ]

Some aren't as easy to understand as others. I wouldn't give this one too much attention.

[ he turns around, the words "BUSTIN' MAKES ME FEEL GOOD" in bold letters on his back. no im kidding. he does look to the patch of an obvious ghost with a red bold cross over his soulder though. ]

..Well, you know I won't stretch this out any longer if I can help it.

[ the shelves near them give a creaky strain of a rattle, a distant eerie howl sounding further in the library halls. ]

[battling]

[He's here as usual, training outfit on and watching the screen.

Even if he does see tired, he's doing better than usual.]

[preowned]

[ he nods..... ]

[technocool]

[ they can vibe very unhappily together. futaba blindly reaches out to pap him in mutual sympathy ]

[wisterin]

It happens.

[ she seems fine with it, but she does make a face at kdj's outfit. ]

I see.

[ she doesn't see. ]

[shinetrue]

[ sweet estelle…he turns his hand over to hold hers, giving it a light squeeze.

this ghostbusters theme…help. ]

[supremity]

[ well. ]

This could've been worse, I suppose. [ hua cheng doesn't look thrilled to see dokja in the least, but he's not outright furious about it, so, there's, you know. that. he does look him up and down for a brief moment, cocking an eyebrow but saying nothing to what he's wearing.

it really is a "this might as well happen" sort of afternoon for the both of them.

smoothing a hand back through his bangs, he sighs. ]

I know. But my attempts to face death with dignity will likely go thwarted for as long as possible. [ a glance towards the shelves as they rattle a bit, before his gaze lifts a little higher - following the eerie howl. ] All these books and no time to read them, hm? Shall we find out what's in store for us, my dear companion?