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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
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conversations.value: Drakeburn: The historic Victorian Theater has launched a hundred-thousand dreams of stardom, from the earliest days of vaudeville to the modern days of homespun web celebs. Tonight, three new, rising stars of Freedom City; Robin Grant, Miranda Cho, and Patrick O’Patrick—have gathered for the Laugh at the Reaper film festival organized by web celebrity Randall Fox, and a few hundred of Freedom City’s sarcasm-loving citizens are in
  attendance to watch terrible films and hear gut-busting jokes. Are the muses in attendance this Halloween night, or will the spirits of this stage consume and forget these souls as they have so many others?
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conversations.value: Doggie_arf: Silpheed  
   Caitria 
  
   
   Toughness:  Normal  Hero Points:  1  Luck:  1/1
   Condition:  Normal 
   
    
  
   
  Premiere night was always an exciting affair at the Victorian Theater, and Caitria was pleased to have been able to make it. Especially since she had a prime view of the stage from up in the rafters.
  
  This wasn't the "traditional" rooftop "seating" for those who couldn't make it past the ticket booth, by the way. The little spirit had discreetly cashed in a few favors - a few cleanup tasks done, discounted rent for the niece of one of her contacts - to ensure the  best  viewing experience possible. She  had  "paid" for her seat, and she  was  going to enjoy the show!
  
  That said, as she adjusted her borrowed-sandbag-and-towel seating, Caitria wondered if she had  truly  prepared for tonight.  Laugh at the Reaper  had seemed appropriate entertainment for Samhain, but it was shaping up to be low-brow humour rather than the high comedy she'd expected of the Victorian. She stared down glumly at her dress - a Home-sewn, miniature version of those in the black-and-white hallway portraits from decades past - and wondered  how many crumbs  she'd get on it from the popcorn in the shot glass next to her.
  
  At least the white wine in the thimble wouldn't stain her outfit immediately if she spilled it. Not that she couldn't clean up after herself - good guests  always  did that - but it was the  principle  of the thing!
  
  Well, Caitria had taken the trouble to clear her commitments for tonight, so she might as well see if there was something actually worth watching. And if there  wasn't , she could always take her leave. No one would notice.
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conversations.value: Izzarra: Blacklight    
  Yume Tsukiyomi
  Conditions: None
   
   
   
    
  Yume is glad that she is able to get a ticket to the event. However, the seat that she was able to afford isn't very good. She entertains the notion of using her powers to position herself somewhere better but decides against it as the glow would draw a lot of unwanted attention.
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conversations.value: Rook.Gamer: Quarry    
  Elliot Chambers
  Conditions: None
   
   
   
    
  
  
  Elliot always loved movies and in the case of the horror genre the older the better. These days studios didn’t understand story they just relied on special effects and gore to shock.
  
  Of course he’d rather be sitting in one of the nice seats, maybe hanging out with a bunch of his friends to watch these moves but then again none of them could possibly have afforded tickets. At least working as an usher he gets to watch some of the films, at least while he isn’t called to deal with any issues or messes that might pop up.
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conversations.value: Batcathat: Death did come with a few perks. No more equal parts distracting and disgusting failings of a mortal body, no more taxes or jury duty and no need to ever wait in line or pay an entrence fee. Erasmus walked quickly straight through both queues and walls and took one of the best seats in the house, even if it was technically already occupied by a middle-age who didn't seem to notice the ghost sharing his chair.
  
  It was getting close to show time.
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conversations.value: RocknRollFTW: Penance  
   Benjamin Barnett 
  
   
   Toughness:  Normal  Hero Points:  1  Condition:  Normal 
   
    
  Sitting in a seat near the back, with his eyes closed and his chest slowly rising &amp; lowering, Benjamin Barnett looked the picture of calm. Someone might even think he was sleeping.
  
  He wasn't asleep, and he wasn't calm. He'd bought a ticket to this event on a fluke, but he'd felt on edge ever since he'd gotten here, as if the air itself was tinged with malice. But the feeling was faint, a whisper rather than a scream, and he couldn't tell  why  he was feeling like this. Was there genuine evil afoot here? Was it a lingering sense of guilt for not going out on patrol, even though little had happened on Halloween night in years?
  
   " ...Am I just that bad with crowds now? "  It  had  been a long while since he'd gone out like this. That was part of the reason he bought that ticket, to try and be a normal person for a few hours.
  
  He considered leaving. It wasn't too late for him to change his mind and go out on patrol. This was supposed to be a time to relax, so what was the point if he spent the entire time feeling tense and unpleasant?
  
  Ultimately though, Benjamin couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than just his nerves. He'd stay, and try to enjoy the show, and if he was right...
  
  His costume was in a bag under his seat. He'd be ready.