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Post by RielCZ on Oct 28, 2020 12:46:51 GMT -5
 Oh, hello there.  Welcome to PARANORMAL HAUNTED THEATRE. We are, of course, located at the intersection of the realms of the living and the dead... Though it's been forever since we've had moviegoers. (Perhaps potential patrons just haven't taken kindly to our mandatory mask and social distancing policies.) Well, you'd better come in. We're screening the latest horror, gothic-cute, and classic Halloween films -- everything from The Err Bear Project, to Candyland of the darned, to Night of the Living NTWF III... to whatever Tym Burghtin just released. Don't forget to take some candy from the concession stand before you go. On the house, for a noble trick-or-treater such as yourself. And yes, before you ask, that is the Haunting Rag roaring from the player piano here in the lobby, 112 BPM. Oh, you didn't mean to ask? Shame.  I envisage this as a light casual RP with no strict or overarching plot. (I won't have time to continuously monitor this "house" heh but I'll do my best!)
Come in, watch and/or talk about and/or make up movies with the Spirit, or chat about anything, really! And don't forget your candy! |
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 28, 2020 17:27:28 GMT -5
Dressed as the most beautiful idol in the world, Creamy Snaw enters the main lobby. After getting a pumpkin-shaped pail filled with popcorn, Snaw heads to a screening of 'Silence of the Snaw'.
"I heard this movie won all the Oscars last year," says Snaw excitedly. "As the most talented acting person in the world, I must watch my latest flick of horror and possible suspense!"
With no one else around, Snaw sits in one of the middle rows. Yes, surely something spooky will happen before the movie premieres!
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Post by RielCZ on Oct 28, 2020 18:54:41 GMT -5
Before Creamy Snaw realizes it, the pumpkin-shaped popcorn pail springs to life in a paranormal cackling fury! To really convey the theatrical aspect, it has even donned a top hat. "Muahaha! Happy Halloween!"  The Spirit of the Theatre poofs into the room. "You can never be too trusting of the nature of anything around here." They wink, or at least it seems they do. "But I figured the most beautiful idol in the world could handle a trick." "By the way," the Spirit continues, "I rewatched Silence of the Snaw a dozen times. You're a very talented acting person, playing everyone from the villain, to the victim, to the head of the psychiatric ward. Bravo! I should get your autograph." |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 28, 2020 23:01:51 GMT -5
A big-cat sized tuxedo cat trods forward and considers their movie options. They indeed hadn't been to the movie theatre in forever, and that was before the year that felt like forever. But it seemed safe enough, and they are a cat now. And maybe some good ol' Halloween movies could be fun!
Though they felt inclined to skip the concessions on account of their cat nature (and because they may or may not be sneaking their own goods in), they paw forward and telepathically inquire about the times of the latest movies, such as the Night of the Living NTWF III, or really, anything; they weren't picky right now. They had gone to many houses and non-houses; perhaps it was time to relax in a theatre for a break.
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Post by RielCZ on Oct 29, 2020 0:31:36 GMT -5
The Spirit of the Theatre fades in, appearing in front of the big-cat tuxedo cat. It telepathically transmits to them as well. "Yes, welcome! Please, stick around as long as you'd like, relax, and enjoy yourself! However, we don't allow outside food and drink, you sneaky cat you -- yes, I could tell." The Spirit looks at you bemusedly, or at least it seems to. Immediately, one of the bon-bon treats the big-cat tuxedo cat snuck into the theatre leaps out of their pocket, clearly vengeful.  After a few short seconds, the Spirit dismisses the rogue candy. "As for showtimes -- you're in luck, Night of the Living NTWF III starts in 8 minutes, in Room 2. We also have a showing of Silence of the Snaw in Room 3, which started several minutes ago, but you probably haven't missed too much of the plot line yet. Nightmare Before Elf Avenue begins in a half hour or so, if you want to wait around." "Of course, though, you are telepathic, so I could always beam a movie into your head at your leisure, if you're really keen." |
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 29, 2020 17:24:11 GMT -5
Before Creamy Snaw realizes it, the pumpkin-shaped popcorn pail springs to life in a paranormal cackling fury! To really convey the theatrical aspect, it has even donned a top hat. "Muahaha! Happy Halloween!" The Spirit of the Theatre poofs into the room. "You can never be too trusting of the nature of anything around here." They wink, or at least it seems they do. "But I figured the most beautiful idol in the world could handle a trick." "By the way," the Spirit continues, "I rewatched Silence of the Snaw a dozen times. You're a very talented acting person, playing everyone from the villain, to the victim, to the head of the psychiatric ward. Bravo! I should get your autograph." Creamy Snaw is pleased the talking pumpkin was a fan of the movie. Now he'll be spared! "Thanks for the compliments, Mr. Pumpkins!" says Snaw. "I'm also a fan of my own movies. Have you listened to any of my short topping songs?" |
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Post by RielCZ on Oct 29, 2020 18:41:28 GMT -5
downrightdude The Spirit of the Theatre warps into the room with an iris wipe. "Thank you for sparing Mr. Pumpkins," they say to Creamy Snaw. "Now he can be fire-cleaned and reused for another unwitting potential victim." The Spirit grins jestingly (or is it maliciously?), or at least they seem to. "I have not listened to any of your short topping songs. Could you recommend me some titles? And do you have any player piano roll versions -- I could play some in the lobby!"
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 29, 2020 23:13:23 GMT -5
downrightdude "I have not listened to any of your short topping songs. Could you recommend me some titles? And do you have any player piano roll versions -- I could play some in the lobby!" Creamy Snaw lists a long list of songs. The movie hadn't yet started, so there was plenty of time to talk to these spiritual beings. "I'm sure every last one of them will be perfect for your piano contraption," says Snaw, jingling the tambourine. "You spirits smut really love music! Do you play your piano because all your movies are silent?" |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 30, 2020 0:10:22 GMT -5
The Spirit of the Theatre fades in, appearing in front of the big-cat tuxedo cat. It telepathically transmits to them as well. "Yes, welcome! Please, stick around as long as you'd like, relax, and enjoy yourself! However, we don't allow outside food and drink, you sneaky cat you -- yes, I could tell." The Spirit looks at you bemusedly, or at least it seems to. Immediately, one of the bon-bon treats the big-cat tuxedo cat snuck into the theatre leaps out of their pocket, clearly vengeful. ((image removed for quote)) After a few short seconds, the Spirit dismisses the rogue candy. "As for showtimes -- you're in luck, Night of the Living NTWF III starts in 8 minutes, in Room 2. We also have a showing of Silence of the Snaw in Room 3, which started several minutes ago, but you probably haven't missed too much of the plot line yet. Nightmare Before Elf Avenue begins in a half hour or so, if you want to wait around." "Of course, though, you are telepathic, so I could always beam a movie into your head at your leisure, if you're really keen." The cat looked disappointed as their candy ends up stolen, although they couldn't help but be impressed by the appearance of the bon-bon. That it could become such a thing... That was quite a show in and of itself! "Dang, I was looking forward to that candy. But that is impressive magic! Are you doing magic for the rest of the theatre? You must be quite powerful! Thanks for the list of movies! Maybe I'll check out some of those! But first, I'm wondering. You have a great set-up for an interactive haunted house, I think! You know, ghosts and ghoulies popping out and jumpscaring people. in real time. Unless this is it, in which case nevermind! I just mean, that could be fun. But I think I'll just relax, maybe see some of Night of the Living NTWF III, and if I don't like it, move to another one! I'd thank you, but I kind of wanted that candy still." |
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Post by RielCZ on Oct 30, 2020 14:34:06 GMT -5
downrightdude "Wow, that's quite a list of songs you have there!" admires the Spirit of the Theatre. "I cannot speak for all spirits, but I certainly love a good tune." They sway along with the tambourine music, or at least they seem to. "Well, actually we're not that kind of theatre..." they trail. "And we've had talkies for around 90 years! Quite fascinating, yes? But you're right, that piano is a leftover relic from the Silent Age. I'm glad we kept it -- it's quite the attraction and adds an air of mystery and authenticity to the place." *** Gelquie The Spirit of the Theatre appears in the lobby with a clock wipe transition. "Don't be worried about your candy," they telepathically communicate as several colours and styles of candies levitate toward the big-cat tuxedo cat. "Here, please take your pick of our selection!" The Spirit bows, or at least it seems they do. "And thank you. I have practiced magic for many long years -- it is required, of course, to maintain a theatre at the intersection of the living and the dead." The Spirit pauses and reflects upon the big-cat tuxedo cat's proposition. "I had never considered using my magic to construct a coordinated haunted house here... but that's not a bad idea! Perhaps next year." "And trust me, this is far from it," they say with a light chuckle, waiting for the appearance of other potential moviegoers. "Room 2 is down the long hall, first door on your left. I think you'll enjoy the movie. I mean, it doesn't get better than watching the classic NTWF cast survive the post-apocalyptic Franken-Zombie fallout -- in colour, too! Very suspenseful."
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 30, 2020 17:59:40 GMT -5
Creamy Snaw perks up at the word 'mystery'. The movie has YET to start, but the mention of a possible mystery makes Snaw feel a rush of excitement.
"While I go get some cottoned candy, how about we go check out that wicked boss piano?" Snaw suggests. "I wanna see it up close."
Snaw considers burning down the piano afterwards, but only if a torch is nearby. If not, it'd make a great centerpiece for the tour bus.
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Post by RielCZ on Oct 30, 2020 21:18:31 GMT -5
With a seeming snap of what may be fingers, the Spirit of the Theatre instantaneously (and with a star wipe transition) brings Creamy Snaw to the lobby, beside the piano. The Spirit grins widely, or at least they seem to. "'Wicked boss piano'. Now that's a new one." "And there are no torches here," they continue matter-of-factly. "Just ultra high efficiency LED bulbs. Though some patrons are, admittedly, dead, environmental sustainability is still of utmost importance." They shrug, and levitate some cotton candy in your direction. "Now, there are 3 mysteries about this piano..." 1. The ghost who installed them all, one in each screening room, disappeared the day after he was done! Some say he turned alive under mysterious circumstances. Others say he moved away. Yet others claim he walks this theatre, haunting those who threaten his pianos, wailing for times gone by... 2. In the very early days, our clients refused to watch "talkies" shortly after they emerged. They felt that visual gags, over-exaggerated movements, and subtitle cards led to the ultimate cinematic experience, from horror to suspense thriller to comedy. But shortly thereafter, all the pianos suddenly disappeared. All -- except his one. Some were broken to bits. Others were just gone. Some people say the actors in the talkies came and wrecked them all in the night. Others blame rogue ghost bandits. But why this piano and only this one was spared, no one knows. 3. If you play anything by the Great Romantic composer Staalpan, you randomly get transported to another room in the Theatre... That's not really a mystery though, his ghost came for a viewing of I Know What You Did Last Valentine's Day and enchanted the piano himself. "But yes, feel free to look, and even play something if you're so inclined." |
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 30, 2020 23:26:05 GMT -5
Creamy Snaw snaps back from daydreaming about pug puppies. The mysterious ghost who mysteriously installed all of the pianos and then mysteriously disappeared sounded mysterious!
"If only we knew what that ghost looked like," said Snaw. "Then we could go hunting for any duplicate clones!"
Snaw looks around the lobby, but only sees Snaw movie posters. It was a pleasant site, but none of these Snaws were the mysterious piano installer!
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Post by RielCZ on Oct 31, 2020 17:39:24 GMT -5
The Spirit of the Theatre nods in Creamy Snaw's direction, or at least they seem to. "I admire your tenacity and enthusiasm, though I have my doubts as to whether you can find him... or his clones, if he indeed has any. Though, I think the best clones were in the sci-fi horror, Mod Wars: Nemesis."
They shrug. "But there is a photo of him." The Spirit takes down a Snaw poster, and indeed, there is an aged and ragged photo of a ghost piano man underneath. "He is honoured here as one of the founders of PARANORMAL HAUNTED THEATRE."
The Spirit wanders through the lobby to put up more spooky decorations.
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 31, 2020 23:31:25 GMT -5
Creamy Snaw stares at the portrait and shrugs. The person's curly mustache was too old fashioned, and the shirt and tie combo was super tacky.
"Wow! Paper pumpkins!" says Snaw, watching the spirits set up a garland of paper jack-o-lanterns.
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