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Theater

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Home sweet home, or in your case, a dilapidated building. Of course, nothing is stopping you from finding shelter elsewhere, but at some point you must have stepped into this building or slept under its roof, so this is home; while it's not very plush, do you really want to risk sleeping outside?

There is also a small plaque on the mailbox now with everyone's names engraved on it. Trying to deface it will result in more papercuts, for some reason. The names read:

Alfyn Greengrass, Camille Preaker, ~~Erin Winter, Karma Akabane,~~ Todomatsu Matsuno

By your sleeping arrangements, there are chests to hold whatever items you opt to place in them, which cannot be publicly accessed like the rest of your house. Otherwise, guests are free to come and go or sleep over, though going over the maximum suggested occupancy will be uncomfortable and cramped. Guests will also be unable to access to this post. Characters are also free to stay at any of the other housing locations, with the same stipulations.

Feel free to use this post for any resident gatherings, updates, etc!

For your easy reference: The exterior of the theater is hanging on by a thread, and even the trees have seen much better days. Two elegant but wilting doors open into a space more dilapidated than the outside of the building. And more… clownified? Thirteen benches litter the auditorium, some in decent condition and many others close to breaking apart, but all of them covered in the remnants of multi-colored confetti. The stage has seen much better days even with the enthusiastic strips of old banner at the back exclaiming CLOW- KING RETU—! Cracks in the flooring stretch from left and right stage all the way to the proscenium, and those traversing the stage floor should use caution lest they crash through to the trap room below. Crates and boxes are stuffed with brittle unused balloons, a broken ukulele, a stained deck of cards, and dried-up face paint.

A chest near the bottom of the stage has a handful of colorful, patchwork blankets and pillows inside.

Out front, a large, wooden mailbox sitting on a sturdy pole. There is enough room for all deliveries for every individual assigned to this housing.

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[ Waiting for you all in the mailbox are a few gifts! None of them marked, so hopefully none of you got duplicates or this'll be awkward. However, those who put in an order should know what they asked for—and they will be the only ones able to take their respective item from the pile. They include:

- Eight (8) small packages of seeds. They are of various types of flowers and herbs.

Hope that hit that mail order serotonin for ya! ]

[After that awkward reunion....

Camille takes a seat at the edge of the stage, both hands braced on the wooden ledge. The mood is dour, but she's willing to talk.]

So. You got a pair of shackles in your pants, or are you just happy to see me.

[ he doesn't have a boner right now... ]

Sorry, I know this is awkward. I just thought it'd be a good idea to talk about where things go from here without the pressure of doing it in front of that whole crowd.

Yeah, I got the sense I was going to be tarred and feathered if I stuck around too long.

[She didn't even get to see Aqua once before she was gone. Her mouth twists. She blinks a few times too many. Then meets their eyes.]

What do you want to talk about?

[ he's seated on the top of one of the benches, feet on the actual bench, instead of being too on guard. she seems aware of herself. so.

he'll let totty ask questions mostly, but - ]

You're pretty lucid, Cam. I don't think a lot of us would let them do that to you - or shackle you.

A lot. Not all.

[She shakes her head.]

Personally I'm preparing myself for a pre-emptive strike.

[ on one hand, she doesn't deserve to be hunted, to die just because of something she can't control. on the other hand, so many people will argue that it's ending her possible suffering. ]

I think Tot's right about talkin' to our masked friends about this. And if you need some people to back you up... I'll stand with you. If somethin' happens, I'll do what I can to help you - no matter what that winds up bein'.

[ if he has to kill you, as the only option, then... ]

[She holds his stare for a long moment.]

You know what the likely answer is gonna be, right?

[Unless someone unlocks all the secret wizard powers so many people claim to have, there's not much to keep her from creeping further along in possession.]

... yeah. On all counts.

[ he looks back at her, clearly unhappy about it but not willing to change his mind on this. ]

But if we can ask, at least we'll know for sure - meant it when I said you don't deserve this, so if there's some way of savin' you... I hope the chance is there. If there isn't... I'm prepared to do what has to be done if it needs to be.

[ nods in agreement. it sucks, but it's not helping anyone if they're not realistic about the dangers. ]

[ and then i'm sorry the shadows are coming to show you possibly the dumbest memory i have in the middle of this serious life or death discussion. cw for a lot of naked butts. ]

[ CLOSES HIS DAMN EYES ]

Sorry. Ignore that.

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bro what]

[ LOOK CAN WE JUST FOCUS ON HOW SOMEONE IS ALMOST DEFINITELY GOING TO PREEMPTIVELY MURDER YOU THIS WEEK FOR SAFETY REASONS AND NOT WORRY ABOUT HOW ACORN PEOPLE FEEL ABOUT HIS DICK ]

[okay she actually kind of smiles]

I hope your agent cleared all your ass shots before they aired that.

A...haha... yeah.......

[ the awkwardness of this laugh is not because of her but because his bare cartoon ass has been on tv SO many times ]

Well...

[ glances to alfyn briefly like, maybe not NOW, but, ]

I assume you've been thinking about it already. I don't think anyone has any idea how much this case is going to differ from Iwatooshi's since your monster already knows it's been caught and is probably on high alert, but... as far as we can tell, he was normal during the week until Thursday night.

Have you talked to the overseers about locking you up in a barrier or something once Thursday evening rolls around?

...No. I haven't asked yet. I should.

[She picks at a thread on her sweater, working through the lump in her throat.]

Just...in a bit of a daze right now. None of it feels real. Even though it was.

[ nods ]

Yeah... well, I think that should probably be the first thing to do. Get the logistics of that figured out with them, and let everyone know you're taking precautions to avoid another... incident, and that the overseers are working with you. Everyone can confirm that with them separately if they're skeptical.

I can try. They haven't been proactive in keeping us from killing each other in the first place. Come Thursday night everyone needs a pair of handcuffs, whether they're starting possessed or not.

[Camille sighs. It sounds ragged.

Then slowly lowers her head into her hands. Thinking. Unwilling to look up and see their faces.]

It'd so much easier if we'd gotten it over with yesterday. I'm so fucking tired.

Mm... it's not like the cult has any incentive to keep any of us from hurting each other, so there's probably only so much they can do behind their backs without rousing too much suspicion.

[ ... ]

You haven't found your partner, have you?

No. No, I haven't.

[Camille lifts her head some, hands at her chin, fingers still over her mouth.]

I'd been asking around. I didn't mind being the sacrificial lamb there, finding out what might happen. Whether the wish was real or bullshit.

I'm not gonna bother now. And I doubt anyone would be crazy enough to cop to being my match, either.

[ nods. ]

I think that's for the best.

...For what it's worth, Totty? I am sorry.

It's not like we think this is your fault, you know. The only ones who should be apologizing are the brainwashed jackasses in that stupid cult.

- One (1) giant honking jar of painkillers.

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