livestage | SUN SIGN

SUN SIGN

You find yourselves in a surprisingly sterile room. It's entirely white, almost blindingly so. There are a few beanbag chairs to sit on, though perhaps not enough for your entire family. On one of the walls, there's a laminated poster of a wheel. At the center of the room is a table with a glass case on top. If you lift the case, you'll find a single red button. Behind a glass panel on the wall is a monitor that is currently off.

Curiously, it does not seem as though you can actually destroy anything in this room (save for a simple note by the button), regardless of how much you may try. The glass will never shatter. The poster cannot be torn into pieces. Furthermore, your blessings and powers are off and none of your personal belongings are actually on your person.

A simple note lays by the button on the table, a reminder of your directive: Will you push the button?

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Insurance fraud? ...

That doesn't seem bad.

So this is one of the famed Limelight performances, is it?

[looks at the wheel for a long moment.]

...This is stupid.

Oh... yeah, you aint had one of these yet.

What's the chances it's going to be "ha ha" stupid.

Kind of hard to see how that would even be relevant here.

[ suddenly.

A soaking, soggy bird, looking baffled and wary. Where did she come from. Why is she WET ]

Whhh. What???

Right. I can't even think of a single instance where fuckin' over an insurance is a BAD thing.

Red?

... Ah shit. This a hostage game?

[On the positive side of things, being pulled for the maze of who-even-knows-where back to known territory is a bit of a relief.

On the less positive side, arriving at the stage only to be dumped here with barely time to blink leaves something to be desired.]

Of all the producers... at least this time our captive isn't nearly as graphic.