As Seijuro led the old man to the suggestion box, he had no idea who this man truly was. The old man was actually a famed magazine critic and he didn't enjoy the Flower Division's show, not one bit. As Seijuro put him in front of the box, the old man practiced his writing skills with what he planned to be the thesis of tomorrow's review.
'The new Flower Division is a disgrace compared to theater troupes back in my day. The only way this run down theater could put on a good show is if the staff did the opposite of what they were doing now.
As the old man finished typing his harsh critique, he was escorted back to the lobby by Seijuro. Seijuro hadn't seen what exactly was typed on the suggestion box, but he felt a cold chill flow down his spine.
Meanwhile, the suggestion box was working its magic. Unlike Reiji's first request earlier which only effected him, this current request would be changing everyone who worked at the theater and would take some time to take effect.
After taking one last bow, the Flower Division all returned to the dressing room and began to change back into their usual outfits. Before leaving the room however, some strange magic took hold of them and they all stared into their individual mirrors before....
"AAAAAAAA!" A synchronized scream was let out by all of them as their own, normal reflections were shocking to them.
"My hair! How did it grow this long?!" Claris yanked at her golden locks as if she had never seen them before.
"What the hell is this frilly shit?!" Azami let out an uncharacteristic curse as she began to thug and tear at her dress.
"These clothes, who on earth picked these out?" Hatsuho said in a posh accent as she gripped her top with two fingers in disgust
"Me no know how to walk. Shoes like sticks." Anastasia stumled around the room as some drool came from her mouth.
"I'm surrounded by beautiful women, I am a woman" Sakura tried to hide a nosebleed as she looked down at herself.
One by one each member of the Flower Division expressed shock, awe, and disgust at their current appearance. The suggestion box had altered their minds to make them behave in the complete opposite way they were expected to in an attempt to fulfill the request. Seijuro unfortunately would not see them for the rest of the night as they desperately altered their appearances to try and look like how they 'should'..
----The next morning----
"WASSUP!" Seijuro was awoken by the sound of a loud yell in his ear, accompanied immediately by some loud guitar playing. Immediately standing up, Seijuro saw someone who he barely recognized as Azami in his room.
At some point in the night, Azami had dyed her a bright blue and spiked it up. Her yellow maid dress was replaced with a black and red shirt and torn up jeans. "A-Azami?!" Seijuro gasped, was this a result of the suggestion last night?
"The one and only! I thought I'd get an early start today by waking everyone up and playing a song for them." Azami said and began to play something on the guitar she had bought that morning. Unfortunately for everyone but her, the Suggestion Box didn't gift her with knowledge on how to play it. So the result was nothing but a lot of ear-grating noise.
After the deafening performance, Azami spoke up "Well, now that I've serenaded you I need to play something for the cave-woman who sleeps in the room next to me. Ciao, little sis!"
As Azami kicked opened his door and walked away, Seijuro could only stare in shock at the Suggestion Box's work. The theater's quiet ninja had become an insanely loud rocker. Wait, what did she just call him?
Jumping out of bed, Seijuro looked in the mirror and screamed. Gone was the super handsome (self given compliment) adult captain of the Flower Division, and in his place was a young girl with an extremely poofy dress.
"I need to tell Sumire, quick!" Seijuro told himself, but instead of running out the door he first sat down and began to brush his hair, for some reason he felt more concerned about his bedhead than telling Sumire.
And so the theater's opposite holiday began. With all of its staff turned into their complete opposites while the actors merely behaved like their opposites so they could still perform next week.
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