thelastdanse | (no subject)

[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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...You misunderstand. "The last dance" is a phrase to refer to, say, the last thing you do before you die. It is simply literal here.

Oh, no. I understood that part completely. Wonderful choice of words, I might add.

But allow me to explain. Suppose you went into the kitchen after curfew. If this were the last "game" I was in, the last thing you would ever see would be a robotic titan coming to brutally end you in the same manner as if you were to attempt to harm the host himself.

I suppose your punishments are much more beautiful and just, correct?