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murder manor - reunion

[You are in a darkened theater.
In front of you is an enormous cinema screen. On it plays video of the manor, accompanied by appropriate sound effects and background instrumentals when fitting. The seat you're sitting on is large and plush, and while there's many of them, there's enough room in the theatre for you to fully recline the seat into a comfortable bed if you wish.
Follow the stairs up and you'll reach what should be the projection room. There are no projectors in here, however; it is simply a large and well-lit room above the main seating area, and a good place to hang out with your fellow eliminated contestants if shouting at each other across the aisles proves too much to handle.
If you leave the theatre through the door in the back, you'll find yourself in a hall. On one end is a concession stand. It's stocked with standard movie snacks - popcorn, candy and the like - but if you're feeling the urge for something else, you'll be able to find it stocked somewhere in the back. On the other end is a table with thirty wrapped bags and a placard reading 'A star for our stars! Please accept these lovely giftbags as a token of appreciation for your hard work, sponsored by [illegible smudge]'. Each bag has a tag bearing the name of someone in the mansion; you will only be able to open the bag with your name on it. As soon as you open it, any memories that have been taken from you, including those of the other people in the mansion that you may have forgotten, will be returned in their entirety. Within the bag are also objects from your home that you may want for your stay here, though you will find no weapons.
There are no other doors in the hall save for the one leading back into the theatre room. There are also no windows; it is impossible to tell where you are and what is going on in the outside world. Any attempts to break out will fail. So in the meantime, why not sit back and enjoy the show?]
Murder Manor reunion week has begun! The next week will take place outside the game (and will not be remembered by the living characters). Once the week is over, the living characters will be right back where they left off, Sunday night in the manor.
All the dead characters and eventually all living characters will participate in this week, through Belarus and Yuzu will just be empty shells who cannot interact with the others. Dead characters (except Lithuania, who never arrived) will all be in the theater from the beginning, whereas living characters will only be brought in once specifically introduced, and will be given their memories at that time.
During the times when Doris is taking questions, characters will not be able to talk about things that are 'off topic.' They can talk and reunite with one another, but need to focus on things relevant to that week or topic of discussion. Any time they get off topic, they will find themselves stuck trying to make the words come out of their mouth and will simply trail off. There will be breaks where characters can talk without this restriction, but the same will happen to anyone who, at any time, starts trying to talk about anything to do with there being a Mastermind or player to benefit from the game or planted player who isn't Lithuania. Codes and other attempts to get around this rule will still result in trailing off.
The Ninth Week
[A strange video plays. It appears to be a video, shot in darkness, of someone who appears to be Lithuania creeping into one of the bedrooms at night. He grasps the wrist of a sleeping woman who appears to be Susan. Both of them at least are dressed and styled like Lithuania and Susan, but it's too dark to clearly make out their faces. He slides the combination on the bracelet, and then slips out the door. Seconds later, the bracelet explodes.]
How very tragic. Susan was one of the fan favorite players this game.
[The video then shifts to a group of people, all with their backs to the camera but looking like the living players, coming upon the body of the woman who appeared to be Susan.]
And that exciting trial! When Lithuania was revealed as the Mastermind...none of us could believe what we were watching!
[The video shifts to an even choppier video. Scenes from the trial play, but cut and edited oddly so that Susan, the Hostess' body, or mentions of either do not appear.]
Lithuania's execution, on the other hand, was the subject of controversy. Some opined that simply implanting a bomb in his own heart was unfair; Lithuania should have underwent an execution like all the others. Well, we're in luck! We've prepared a special execution for him!
But first, let me introduce our special guest, the victim, Susan Sto Helit!
[Susan, dazed, walks in. She wakes up as the video of the trial ends.]
Susan, how did it feel being Lithuania's victim? Were you sorry not to make it to the end, or simply glad Lithuania was caught?
[For the purposes of this thread, explaining what really happened week nine will be 'off topic,' though characters are free to protest.]
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That's not--Miss Susan is fine! It was... [Trailing off... But now he's back and he's angry.]
What is this?
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Are you seeing this? )
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This didn't happen.
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It was a bit upsetting, actually. I don't see why he had to leave such a nicely apologetic letter behind, but I suppose he couldn't leave for good without personally victimizing me one more time.
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You know, if this is supposed to be a dream, there really ought to be chocolate somewhere.
[Susan frowns and rummages in her bag for a few moments before pulling out a box of truffles.]
Ah, here we are. All set for the subconscious world, then.
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...Also, I don't think this is a dream.
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[Given that this is a dream, there is absolutely nothing wrong about opening the box and popping a truffle in her mouth. Ah, good - cherry.]
What 'video' was this?
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You're not dead. [That's the point here okay.]
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[She seems to seriously consider this for a few moments while rolling a chocolate around in her mouth.]
No, that wouldn't make sense, unless the you that exploded was a decoy. Didn't we just reveal that you weren't -- .......
I mean, after the Hos -- ........
When you -- .......
[A sharp frown and vigorous, distressed, chewing.]
What's going on here?
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They're going to execute me at some point, though, apparently.
[HUFF.]
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Everyone else got such nice bags... [which is clearly the most important part about any of this, and not the patched together, falsified footage playing in the background. he's definitely keeping a close eye on that as well, though.]
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Three across, four down. The one with the white swirls on top. You're quite welcome to it.
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Your least favorite? [but hey he won't overlook it, his bag has just been spitting out rude hairclips and flutes and snacks that he can get at the concession stand just as easily.]
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[This isn't really spoken with rancor so much as it is Susan being Susan, though.]
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Surely it isn't that bad, thinking back on those things. [handin the box back once he takes the indicated chocolate out.]
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[ She looks like she wants to say something else, but something's preventing her. ]
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...Or perhaps we're sharing your dream. Have you performed yet?
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If this were my dream though, the Stingers would be performing together. Not solo.
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I like, totally won't be able to recover from this devastating loss.
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Those were my exact sentiments upon discovering your death.
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I thought you were going to like crumple to the ground and start pounding it with your fists in a hysterical fit.
"No! Not Poland! He was too fabulous for such a tragic end, oh why didn't they take the way less fabulous me!"
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I was too busy weeping piteously to be expected to maintain such precise control over my body. It was all I could do not to wail for twenty four hours straight.
((Sorry for being so absent! I responded to the Congeniality thing by the way if you want to do that.))
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((No worries! Also: awwwww yessss.))
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