SHOWMASTER HEART GAME (SATURDAY)

[showmaster]

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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INTRODUCTION

[ticketmaster]

But when you open your eyes, you find yourself nowhere near the showmaster and instead, you're inside of:



A subway.

And the Ticketmaster is there to take you for a ride.

COLLECT YOUR TICKETS

[ticketmaster]

The Ticketmaster is standing there by the door to the subway train, holding onto tickets that seem to be meant for you. Before she hands them over, she decides she wants to speak:

"Good morning, and thank you for accepting the invitation to the Line of Memories. I am the Ticketmaster and I am here to assist you with your journey today. The story has no choice but to end here, and so you are here to find the End of the Line. What Line you'll end up with, I cannot say, but I believe you'll find what you need to.

You see, the stage is not really my cup of tea, I've never been able to perform or direct any story. All I can do is assist with the journey. As I've said before, my cup of tea is with you!

The Subway is a tunnel filled with the Showmaster's memories, all of her secrets and all of her stories can be found here. You may do whatever you like, if she didn't want someone in here, she should have known better than to have it exposed so easily ~ I'll take you wherever it is you need to go, I've even prepared some tickets for you. Please come aboard the subway and we'll be setting off soon."

[ticketmaster]

...Just so you know, I'm looking for a different end. I'm not looking to find a way for someone to "become the story".

[tricksyvixie]

[giggling]

I think it’s time for a bit of a change, myself ☆

[heartlands]

...What end are you looking for?

[ticketmaster]

Perhaps a chance to pick up where you last left off?

[ticketmaster]

To burn the story I have is the answer I've given everyone so far, but.

[heartlands]

That kind of makes it sound like you might have changed your mind.

[tricksyvixie]

If I didn’t wanna take at least a little responsibility, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you two at all, anymore.

[ticketmaster]

I haven't changed my mind.

I just know I haven't explained what that means in detail, haha.

[heartlands]

Oh, well - if you wanted to now, I'd listen, for sure.

[ticketmaster]

Well, soon you won't have to worry about that. Perhaps.

[restitui]

Do you think there's a possibility of finding the end both of you want?

[ticketmaster]

...would you play heads or tails to see if I do?

[ticketmaster]

Me, personally? I do not.

But.

I am someone who loves to be proven wrong.

[heartlands]

Sure. That works for me.

[tricksyvixie]

Perhaps! ☆

So, what’ll it be, dearest lady?

THE BEACH (REGRETS)

[ticketmaster]

[As you walk through the door, you find yourself walking down a wooden plank path where flowers are growing alongside you. The smell of the ocean becomes stronger and stronger as you get closer. It's dark, but slowly above you, you can see stars glistening above, illuminating the area to where you can see just a little better at what you're stepping through.

The flowers you're stepping over seem to be . . . covered in writing. Little words handwritten, some printed, some typed, but every single blue petal is covered in words. If you touch one, you'll find they feel like paper.



As you get closer, the sky begins to brighten slowly just as if dawn was approaching. Once it's bright enough, you realizing you do find yourself facing . . . a beach! A beach where the tide has pulled away a good distance, but a beach nonetheless. The sand on your feet, the shells on the ground and the scattering of flower petals littering the area wherever you go . . .

In the distance is wet sand where the ocean used to be.

There is a small child, hunched over, crying.

You can still see the stars in the sky, a splattering of different colors, and the three moons that are familiar to you. There is also just a random door in the distance, an odd thing to see, but it does have a floating "exit" sign above it.]

[restitui]

How often do you think you get proven wrong?

[ticketmaster]

[She holds up a ticket labeled "PAIN"]

This is the one I have just for you~~~

[ticketmaster]

Okay, heads I'll tell you, tails I won't.

[holds the coin to him.]

You can flip it.

[ticketmaster]

[Smiles.]

Often.

[heartlands]

[taking the coin carefully]

Thanks.

[flips!! and gets heads]

...Okay.

[restitui]

Then I guess we'll have to find a way to do that.

Do you have an idea of where the tickets go?

[tricksyvixie]

I wouldn’t expect anything else.

[plucks it from her hand, delicately]