week 2

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 2
[From the day you arrived on the planet, and blinking, stepped into the sun. There's more to see than can ever be seen, and more to do than can ever be done. Yet, still, the whole thing seems...monotonous. Surely there must be some excitement, some showmanship, some sort of plot twist that could keep this show moving onward?

Welcome to week 2, gents.]


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SUNDAY

[stagemanagers]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Thursday and Friday didn't seem too great for D-ne. She was nervous, overly vigilant... Something had her on edge. Probably just being in this place for awhile, really. Whatever the reason, she was absolutely nowhere on Saturday. Seems she didn't even leave her room to eat or use the restroom.

Maybe that's all she needed to reset, because reasonably early Sunday morning, she's in the kitchen, making herself a rolled omelette. A pretty blue ribbon hangs from the right side of her hair, tied in a loose bow, though it looks a little silly with her hair pulled back. So it won't get in her way? Probably. You might also catch her looking through the cabinets for something, rather determined.

It's laundry day, though she's not washing her school uniform, just some extra outfits. ...They're not really anything to write home about, honestly, looks like she's not great at putting together a good ensemble wardrobe. Some jackets, a less-than-fashionable sweater. Pleated skirts.

Throughout most of the day, she just flits around, a little idle. Sits in the lobby writing something on a clipboard in her lap, occasionally appearing a little confused.

Overall, her attitude's much better. A day of rest can do anyone good!

kitchen

[rockthistown]

Tamagoyaki!

[Hime runs over and clasps her hands, then smiles up at D-ne.]

I was showing Jezebel how to make it last week! I bet yours is great.

kitchen

[solomonjihad]

...What are you looking for?

[Astarte sure just snuck up there...]

lobby

[robitussin]

[Wandering around, she comes across D-ne, pausing as she watches her write.]

What are you working on?

Kitchen

[dontfeedplants]

[Well, he could just ignore her, but she looks like she's trying really hard to find something, so it can't hurt...?]

Um, do you need help with that?

Laundry day

[sunshineprincess]

[Being from the past has disadvantages. Mostly that Anna has yet to figure out how to use it. Knobs, buttons, soaps, fabric softeners... it was all so foreign. All she wants to do is to wash the pants and shirts Astarte helped her pick out. Maybe a dress or two.

Hesitantly she approaches D-ne.]

So... can you show me how to use one of these? Please?

kitchen

[dieformymusic]

[There's so man people who had such vibrant hair colors. When Winslow stepped into the kitchen, he slid by a wall once he noticed someone there.

Nervous, Winslow tapped one cabinet as he began to scrawl a message on the clipboard and slid it over the counter as he hid out of view.

"Looking for something?"]

OTA

[dechagny]

[...Well, eventually, he was going to have to try to do this. Raoul has picked up the clothes he's used this week and sucked it up, heading towards the laundry room. It's clear just from his initial expression that Raoul is going to spend a lot of time in here; he marvels at the washing machines, inspects the dryers, even takes time to read the labels on all the detergents. Thank goodness there's instructions on these things, or else he'd be up laundry creek without a paddle.

You're likely to find him in here, washing one article of clothing at a time. Yes. He is literally putting on one shirt, watching it go through the cycle, then putting it out to dry and putting another thing in. At least he's being careful with the detergents?]

[rockthistown]

I thought you were supposed to put all your shirts in at once. Or maybe just the ones that are the same colour? I don't do the laundry back home...

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour was actually heading off to do laundry himself when he sees Raoul.]

Is that how you're supposed to use that?

[He sounds more genuinely curious than anything. Sure, he had heard of washing machines, but they were always too poor to even consider getting one, especially one as fancy as that. So for all he knew, this is exactly how you're supposed to use a washing machine.]

[onthebusagain]

[Heather's caught him- which is either a blessing, a curse, or a little of both. She's trying so hard to be nice here, but people keep giving her prime material!]

Jesus! What are you doing?

[robitussin]

That's going to take you about ten thousand years.

[She says, helpfully, watching him as he watches one of his articles of clothing spin around in the machine.]

[rockthistown]

[It's starting to dawn on Hime that when this place isn't terrifying, it's almost boring. Well, that can't do. She's going to MAKE it interesting! ...Somehow.

To that end, you can find her in the costume shop in the morning, trying to sew... something. Something very lumpy and square. She tosses it across the room and whines.]

What am I supposed to do if I can't even sew a stupid cushion!?

[What indeed. Later in the day, she'll go back to the music room and try out the instruments again. At least the drum kit doesn't produce horrible noises if you don't know how to play it, generally.

When night approaches, Hime's in the ballroom twirling around in circles. She flops down onto the floor and stares up at the chandelier for a while.]

There's nothing to do.

Costume Shop

[solomonjihad]

[There is a boomph as the cushion hits something, followed by a long pause.]

...

Hello.

[She caught the cushion, would Hime like it back?]

ballroom

[trettende]

[ Nothing to do? Why, in Hans' days people had nothing to do all the time! And they liked liked it! Hans is actually really bored too, but. Shh. He totally knows what to do here. ]

Have you tried twirling, but with socks?

[ Look, Hans totally knows how to have fun. Even with kids. Somehow. ]

ballroom

[robitussin]

[She happens to be in the room as she watches Hime drop down onto the floor, considering what she's saying thoughtfully.]

I mean... Isn't that a good thing? If we're super bored, maybe the people who are in charge will get super bored too and let us go.

[dontfeedplants]

[It's been nearly a week now, and Seymour was finding himself horribly lonely. Sure, everyone was nice to him so far, way nicer than most people in his life have ever been to him.

However, as the days went on, the idea of staying here for a whole month just sounded... painful, for lack of a better term. It was to the point that he kept repeating the thought "just three more weeks"

He's going to spend most of Sunday either sitting at the Dinning room table or just lazily pacing the hallways of the opera house. In both instances he seems very deeply lost in thought, but occassionally he'll start asking questions like...]

You think they'll let us send letters back home if we ask?

[Or say something like...]

Gosh, I hope they do let us out once the month is over.

[This question is partially to himself, but definitely directed at you if you choose to repsond to it.]

hallway

[rockthistown]

I hope so, but I don't know what to do. A whole month in here? I've probably missed the show anyway, and... [sigh]

It's been seven days we've been trapped in this place
I want to believe what Winslow said
That no one will die and we'll be freed and replaced
Then we can move on and just forget...

But I'm bored!

hallway

[robitussin]

[She shrugs at his first question as she happens to be nearby, before shaking her head after a moment of thought.]

I kind of doubt it. Gotta say, they don't seem very generous.

dining room

[trettende]

[ it's your pal Hans, whattup? Maybe they were even having dinner at the same time, wouldn't that be nice? ]

I'm sure we could ask. At least the Balladeer takes well to questions, so far.

Hallways

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow had refused to give up just yet. The birdlike musician had been quietly sneaking around looking for any opening, finding in vain that nothing had shown a way just yet.

It's then he overhears Seymour...perhaps he should tap him on the shoulder, see if he's okay.]

[bestof]

[Eliza is up bright and early Sunday morning, right at 7 am when the kitchen doors are unlocked. Instead of diverting in there to make her usual morning tea she bypasses it entirely to head straight for the dining hall. She pulls up a chair at the table and sits, clapping her hands together and lowering her head. It might look strange but praying helps soothe her nerves and brings her a little sense of peace. If anyone wants to join her Come To Jesus meeting, they're welcome to it.

Later in the afternoon Eliza has settled into the ballroom at the grand piano. She plinks out a short little introduction.]

Un deux trois quatre
Cinq six sept huit neuf.

[She quickly switches it up to something more lively, humming along as she plays with a soft, relaxed smile. She feels good today, better than she has in the past week.]

i can't decide because they're both so good, going with the dining hall

[breakingbread]

[Surprisingly, it looks as if someone else is awake this early as well. Eliza will probably notice that Valjean has acquired a cross from somewhere or other to hang on the wall, and he seems to be praying himself. He isn't so engaged that he doesn't notice when someone else enters the room, though, and he smiles when he looks up to see her.]

Good morning, Madame Hamilton.

dining hall

[rockthistown]

...Church? [Hime hovers at the door and tilts her head.]