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Vas Captio Mods ([info]vas_captio_mod) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-25 19:10:00

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Entry tags:!complete, day 17, experiment, location: theatre

Who: Open
What: Monitors placed around town. Please enjoy the entertainment presented to you, courtesy of TBTB
Where: The Theatre
When: Day 17 7:00am - close of day seventeen
Rating: TBA
Status: Active


A monitor appears outside the theatre.

Remy LeBeau and L. Lawliet are shown being cut apart by an unseen scalpel. This monitor is equipped with sound and their screams are quite audiable across town. The Speakers cannot be disabled or muffled.

All monitors are black and white and are familiar to those characters who took part in "panic room." All are labelled "our dear departed." Monitors will go black at precisely 4:24 PM where all characters on screen will die for everyone to see.



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4:12 - 4:24
[info]vas_captio_mod
2009-08-02 05:33 pm UTC (link)
The screams were growing quieter, that's how you knew the end was near. Even Gambit could curse no more. The pair of them, glassy eyed were staring at the ceiling, their muscles so tight from pain and fear that you could seem them quake. There were long, deep cuts that ran all over them - torsos, extremities, faces, hands; nothing was exempt from that unseen scalpel.

The blood of the pair of them was pooling on those tables, lapping at the edges. So much blood. Remy LeBeau was the first to go. His body shook and shook and shook until it stopped. No rise of his chest. No blink of those odd eyes. Nothing. Short to follow was L, who'd gone much more quietly, as if he'd resigned himself to his fate. Graceful even in death, dear detective.

We'll let them linger a while. Let you enjoy our handiwork. Make sure they're quite dead and we assure you that they are. With a zap the silent monitor shut off. No more screams.

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