showmaster | SHOWMASTER HEART GAME (FRIDAY)

SHOWMASTER HEART GAME (FRIDAY)

A familiar voice can be heard above you, you're not sure if they're talking to you or not but it does feel like you're part of this conversation:

"What a Wonderful Story that you have. I've read it many times when I was feeling sad. You know, I wanted to keep it in my personal collection, but it doesn't seem that's going to be possible. To grant my wish, I'd have to sacrifice what it means to be a reader ... to become the story. That's The End that I'm looking for.

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At the very center of the huge vessel, taking up several floor's worth of space within the ship, is an open room with a brightly lit stage centered near the end of it. The floor is a glossy-looking marbled white and gold, and the walls are covered in thick, velvety curtains displaying the ship's insignia, interspersed with massive arched windows, meant to show off the ocean on one side of the ship.

Except there is no ocean to be seen, just a green yard of flowers and graves.

There are doors leading from here to who knows where else.

The stage, a half-moon shape, has pretty pink and gold lights surrounding the edge, and a massive screen on the wall displays whatever message the crew want to convey to all of the passengers. There are chairs and loveseats closer to the walls where passengers may sit and relax, all marked with the ship's symbol again.

Above the stage is a shining, golden sign; it can be turned on and off to suit the situation, but for now it reads THE LEGEND OF ESTORIA.

Along the back wall are white and gold clothed tables with decadent snack foods of all kinds, and bowls of ice filled with wine glasses, beer cans, juice boxes... really, whatever kind of little snack and drink you'd want here, you can find it.

[oh wack

makes his way to the windows first—any way he can see to get out there, or does the glass block him? any visible names on those graves, or particularly significant flowers?]

[The glass is there as a barrier, whether it breaks or not depends on what you do. Oh, for the record, your blessings are on, canon powers are not (for this room).

On the graves, there are names that aren't themed like the families that you're familiar with but it FEELS like a theme. Florian, Rianoll, Ianthea, etc.

The flowers aren't particular, but they are quite vibrant and beautiful, colorful and fun.]

[hmm hmm hmm. well he COULD try to smash but—

if there are multiple doors out of here what’s the state of those?]

[They don't look like theater doors hilariously enough. More like an emergency exit if anything.]

[he will just do a lil peeky out of the nearest one]

[You can't see much but a stairway, however, you can in fact hear the sound of a casino, slot machines and the like.]

[Ticketmaster’s chambers, huh…

closes the door again for now and walks up ONTO the stage. does anything happen]

[As you get on the stage, a stagelight shines right at you. Seven large looming figures surround you, shadows in darkness, but you can tell that there are figures nearby.

But what's interesting is that they stand around you in a circle as if there should be eight. One spot is empty.]

Who will tell the story?

[A voice speaks out.]

You must decide.

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[tilts his head at them]

What are my options?

Those in the stories of the Performances.

Who is telling the story now?

We are the Legends of Estoria.

[shakes his head]

Should people not be free to tell their own stories? Legends are useful, but they grip us by the throat.

Yes, they should.

But to continue, a narrator should be chosen for this story.

And what if I don’t choose? Will it end at last?

Then you can leave the stage and another will eventually come by...

[touches something in a pocket]

I won’t.

What holds the story anchored, Legends of Estoria? It exists independent of the narrator, but it is trapped. Is it the stage itself that holds it?

It is a multitude of things. The Stage. The Ocean. The Library.

Could I destroy them?

If you destroy the source, you may destroy a few of those things holding the story together.

And where is the source?

The Owner of These Memories.

Well.

[kneels down on one knee upon the stage, takes the lighter out of his pocket, and flicks it on, the flame held against the shining floorboards. will it catch?]

“Only a few” probably won’t cut it. But I’ll choose to take a risk.

[The flame is immediately snuffed out.]

Who will tell the story?

[A voice speaks out.]

You must decide.

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