(catchall / open)

[paraselenes]

WHO: dimitri & others
WHERE: misc.
WHEN: november!
WHAT: event stuff, etc! feel free to ask me for a starter over at my plotting comment, or just wildcard me whatever, i love wildcards
WARNINGS: will update as necessary

November Event & Tasks outside catch-all

• w/Childe
  
• w/Augustine
  
• w/Lottie
  
• w/Felix
  
• w/Fukawa
  
• w/Joonghyuk
  
• w/D

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dokja ; notice board

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[ He's only gotten to talk to Dokja after all his group of "comrades" put up the least flattering biographies of each other. But he's an agreeable enough fellow, and there's no reason not to work together when they share a goal.

Which is to find this guy's lost... movies? ]

I should have asked before I accepted the task, frankly, but what sort of place is this...?

[ He's been to opera theatres and stages for plays, but for one, Faerghus isn't a well-known patron of the arts. And secondly, this really doesn't look anything like either. ]

When he said he owned a theatre, this isn't what I was expecting.

[salvageable]

[ Don't mind Dokja as he starts looking under the seats at this theater room... He wants to get this task done as quickly and as efficiently as possible. Too bad it would have helped to know what he's looking for. Are they DVDs? VHS? Reels?? Why do movies come in so many different formats and why is the end result going to be none of the above.

Anyway, he mutters something about how the place could have at least left the lights on to make this easier before his attention is drawn back to Dimitri. ]

What were you expecting?

[ Despite how distracted he sounds, he really is curious because this... this is what a normal theater looks like. ]

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[ Giant reels would be way easier to spot than a puny USB, but this is what they're left with. Their client hadn't even specified how the movies went missing. Were they stolen? Hidden? Dropped carelessly somewhere?

It's silly, and he's left combing over the aisles and seats just as closely as Dokja is searching, with absolutely no idea what he's looking for. His answer is a little hesitant, because he's become sort of self-aware that he doesn't know Shit about Anything. ]

A stage, for one.

[ There's so much seating, but nowhere for people to perform. ]

And more lighting...? All the rooms are so dark.

[salvageable]

[ Ah, that kind of theater. ]

The kind of theater we're in projects movies to that screen [ points to the screen ] from that room.

[ Points above to where the projection room should be... And as soon as Dokja does, something comes to life, mechanical whirring sounds begin, and sure enough, a projection starts on the big screen. ]

... Uh. What did I do?

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Movies...?

[ There's not much time to ask what he means though, because the sound of a winding reel of film spins into motion. Dimitri doesn't tend to jolt easily, but he's visibly startled as he's half-blinded by a sudden light.

A light that takes on an image spanning across the entire wall, a moving picture. Or in this case, a title sequence, and an eerie black and white introduction, music starting to fill in the theater. ]

What did you do? [ what sorcery is this???? explain dokja ] What are we... seeing?

cw implied child abuse!!

[salvageable]

[ There's no response on Dokja's end because he's having trouble making out what the screen is showing at first. It looks blurry, almost distorted, like the movie that's being played isn't fully formed.

... Or like it's being seen through the eyes of someone who's just barely coming to.

And then a figure appears, face obscured but it isn't hard to tell they're a man. There's a bottle held in one hand, then a belt in the other, and Dokja's heart sinks. ]

That's... [ There's a tremble in his voice, face pale as questions run through his mind. ] —How is this possible?

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[ When the picture clarifies, blearily winking into focus, it's clearly like the phones, except massive. The sound booms in all directions. And the image itself...

It's ominous, painting a clear picture even in its vagueness, but Dokja's reaction is somehow more alarming. He doesn't totally understand what's happening here, but there's a new, stern urgency in his words as he tries to speak over the audio. ]

How do we get it to stop?

[ There's a small stream of light coming from the projection room, where presumably they can do something about this? But in the meantime, the movie plays on. ]

[salvageable]

[ The shadowed figure advances and the person behind the point of view trembles in fear as the belt is raised above the man's head. A woman's cry can be heard from off-screen, a desperate plea for the man to stop, but it's no use.

Then Dimitri's voice cuts through and Dokja jerks his head toward the other man, eyes wide at the realization of having an audience, even if it's just a single person. He's had his past laid out bare for the masses to consume and ridicule him for, and that trauma rears its head now. ]

Don't look!

[ Had the Fourth Wall been with him, Dokja could have acted more rationally in this moment, but the sound of lashings, of a child pleading with his father to stop, voice not dissimilar to Dokja's own, are the only things filling his mind. ]