THE MOCK WEEK

[grimgrinningghosts]

[You find yourself waking in a large dressing room, incredibly spacious, but in intense disarray. The bed is comfortable enough, and each room seems to be equipped with a working bathroom and shower, so it's at least livable. But aesthetically, the place has hit the floor.

The horrifying clock mounted on the wall reads 9 am. After enough searching, you'll find a large tourist-y map of the studio on one of the dressers. An ominous note attached to the map with a paperclip reads "12PM WAITING AREA". It's not like you have any choice in the matter, seeing as there doesn't seem to be any way out.

Upon exiting the dressing room, you note a crooked star attached to the door bearing your name. There are 24 others like this, bearing names that you may or may not recognize. A quick tour around the studio reveals it to be in a similar state of disrepair, but something doesn't sit...right with you. Though the place is certainly creepy, you get strange vibes as you explore the building. As you move about the dust-filled halls of the abandoned building, you may spot movement out of the corner of your eye, or hear strange noises from behind you. It's nothing to be worried about, though...right?

At the very least, you'll find some comfort. The projection room and attached theater still seem to be in working order, though you'll have to manually grab one of the reels off the wall and start the thing yourself. In addition, the waiting area and lounge are both filled with reading materials, and the later features a large stage and a microphone. The commissary seems to replenish itself with food whenever you take your eyes off of it, ensuring that we won't be going hungry anytime soon. There are also cabinets full of ingredients and a small kitchen should you not trust whatever your benefactor is placing out for you.

Fortunately for them, the smaller individuals amongst your party won't find a great deal of difficulty moving around. Though their beds remain oversized, there seem to be appropriately-sized staircases and escalators placed about in appropriate spots, so as to make their lives easier. After all, they can't just keep relying on the others to get up to the cabinets and such, can they?

While you're waiting to find out what the deal here is, you might as well come out and socialize.]

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Comments

[defyingfrigidity]

[If there could be anything for Elsa to say when this guy walks out, it's immediately forgotten as he begins to speak, because wow does a wave of guilt wash over her when he mentions all of them being guilty of a crime. It's been a while since her coronation, and more interaction with her people helped to cut away at that guilt, but... she still almost damned her entire kingdom to an eternal winter. And that's not even getting into the horrible injuries she gave Anna, how she almost killed the Duke of Weselton's guards...

... Of course, what he says after that jars Elsa right out of that spiral of beating herself up. Good.... job...?]

Wh-- that's ridiculous! How can you expect anyone to just... kill another person??? [It's true, she almost did, but she was so utterly terrified and horrified over nearly doing that... she can't understand how anyone could just do something like that.] And how would that help us to stop feeling guilty?

[notjustanytoon]

People tend to become a bit desperate in dire circumstances.

[he taps his cane on the ground, punctuating his sentence, the judge is a fan of the theatrical.]

I don't mind rewarding whoever is successful, in addition to eliminating their sentence.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Oh yeah, Elsa can definitely understand that, as much as she hates to admit it. But still.... there are limits to desperation. Even though Weselton's guards were trying to kill her, she hadn't wanted to hurt them. Just... get them away from her.]

Reward how? Just what do you think could convince someone to kill another person?

[notjustanytoon]

I have power. Influence. Connections. I'll find out what the people here desire, and I'll offer that.

Everybody wants something, Ms. Elsa.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Wow... he seems pretty full of himself, doesn't he? Elsa's come across some nobles pretty full of themselves, and she won't soon forget everything that Anna told her about Hans and what he did... thinking of them helps to ebb her fear just a little, replacing it with disgust.]

I won't deny that there are people out there who would kill others to get what they want. [again... hans....] But kidnapping all of us won't exactly incline many to believe you'll turn around and help.

[notjustanytoon]

It seems to have worked rather well before. In the past, people have either listened to my incentives - or they've stayed here long enough to crack.

[defyingfrigidity]

What? We're not the first people you've kidnapped?

[Oh god, that... yeah. That sends a chill down her spine. And probably the spines of some of the other people in the room right now, because oh dear it's like the temperature dropped a few degrees....]

But there's no way... they couldn't have been able to just get away with killing someone...!

[notjustanytoon]

Far from it.

[He doesn't comment on the change in temperature, despite taking notice, because the cold never bothered him anyway.]

You would be surprised, my dear.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa just shakes her head.]

No. I refuse to believe that other people would just... go along with this.