week 3

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 3
[The past weekend has been a difficult one. With Valjean's murder and D-ne's brutal execution the monotony has been broken and it can be said the show is finally and truly underway.

When the performers emerge from their rooms on Monday morning the decor of the opera house has changed. Not drastically but someone was busy during the night with some redecorating. There are cobwebs draped over nearly everything, some of them with tiny plastic spiders stuck in the cotton webbing, and pumpkins of various sizes on the floor and on the tables. Some of the walls have been adorned with cartoon-ish paper skeletons and scarecrows and in the ballroom a poseable plastic skeleton has been posed at the piano looking ready to play. Someone's even set a bowl of candy on the counter of the merch booth.

But that's not all. There's a light coming from the now open doorway in the lobby that had been previously locked for the past two weeks. This new floor is similarly decorated but why not go have a look and explore for yourself?

Despite their losses, the show must go on after all.


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MONDAY

[stagemanagers]

EXPLORATION TIME

[solomonjihad]

[....Ok, that...

She'd been wandering with her own dazed, shocked thoughts, thinking about maybe turning in coins, and absolutely not about the fact she woke up remembering she was a sailor soldier. the enemy. SAILOR Astarte--- when...the doors are open. A way home? After all of--]

In the velvet darkness,
out of the blackest night...

burning bright
is a guiding star...

[She starts to take steps to the light Maybe, maybe finally...!

She looks to see if anyone else is there. If not, she's going alone. She's a goddess, after all. Shouldn't she lead people to salvation?...]

[robitussin]

[She has the same idea as Astarte, though she's much more wary as she approaches the door - she doesn't trust this place to limit the danger to weekly killings. As Astarte walks through the door, she calls out while hurrying through the lobby towards her.]

Can you see what's through there yet?

[dieformymusic]

[There she was, the strange woman. He still remembered the incident of a couple weeks past. What was she going through? What kind of force made her act like that.

Winslow makes a silent follow until he actually catches up to her and makes an awkward wave. Um. Hi.]

ota

[robitussin]

[After exploring the new floor and all the new areas it has to offer, there are two places she spends most of the day.

From the morning to the early afternoon, she sits in the library, reading next to the fireplace. She left the room in a rush after the execution last night and didn't show up to the makeshift party last night, but she's taking care to seem much more calm than she had the last time anyone saw her. When someone walks in, they'll find her scanning the bookshelf before pausing and pulling out a copy of And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.]

Wow. Classy.

[Later on, she can be found in the garden for a while, looking curiously at some of the plants... But you're more likely to find her right outside of the room, a bit wet, as she happened to be inside right as the sprinklers started to go off.]

Of course. That figures.

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow made his way around the upstairs, his own head still reeling from what had come back to him today and of course, what they all went through this Saturday.

As he enters the library, he's surprised there's actual books. Who would take the time to torture them and furnish them with books at the same time?

Nonetheless he sees the girl he hasn't spoken to much, approaching much like a cautious stranger, keeping his head cowed and hand raised as he approaches the book. He knows how scary his head looks, yes.]

library

[rockthistown]

Wow! There are so many books! It's like Miyuki's team's library!

[Hime squeals and flits around until she notices Natalie.]

Oh! Um... What are you looking at?

garden

[onthebusagain]

[ Heather's trying to be nice. She really, really, really is. But when she sees Natalie damp from the sprinklers, she can't help but laugh. ]

What happened to you?

Library

[solomonjihad]

...This is amazing, isn't it?

[Astarte is looking through the library, herself. So many books...Even though the place she lived had a library, Mother tended to not have many books in it. Just the ones that Astarte should read! But here, she sees books she's never seen before.]

What are you going to read, first?

library

[aflatouttahell]

[Oh.]

Really classy.

OTA

[dechagny]

[...Okay what the hell. Raoul is...not impressed with the new decor. In fact, it's absolutely ridiculous to look at some of this, and frankly, the man's got a lot on his mind, more than just the past week's murder. When he sees the open doorway, though, it gives him pause. That wasn't there before, he's sure of it - but now it is.

Curiosity compels him to enter, and he finds himself in...another lobby. With doors to boxes, including...Box 5.

The sight of it stirs something in Raoul that he cannot name, and a gentle melody begins to play.]

There was a day before the shore
When the winds did howl
And red was bright
There was a time it was not blood
But a scarf, adrift
And I went into the sea
To fetch it...

And then I met her

I dreamed a night that has gone by
A night of song and dance and splendor
I dreamed her framed by candlelight
Her face aglow, and her touch tender
Both of us young and unafraid
We reminisced our past together
Our eyes drawn together, like moths to flame
A rose, an invitation I did give her

But she claimed she could not come
That Music's Angel she did worry
Would cast his hand down and deny
His favor that she somehow curried
She dreamed her father sent it lo
To bless her with a voice of beauty
I doubt it not, for I do know
A life of song's a Daae's duty
And still I dreamed I came to her
To revive our beloved friendship
But once I was ready, she had fled
With not a word to where she'd gotten

I dreamed a dream I saw Christine
So different from the night I spent here
So different now, but now I see
Perhaps life does follow what
I dreamed

[rockthistown]

[Hime blinks a few times and steps in.]

You had a weird dream, too?

[robitussin]

[For once, when she turns to speak to him, it's not to make fun of him in any way - instead, she looks curious.]

You didn't dream about something weird, did you?

[dontfeedplants]

[Wait, Christine? He remembers that name!]

Raoul-! Did you have a dream about home too?

[solomonjihad]

...You...had a dream last night too?

[Hi, Viscount!]

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour's outward appearance compared to yesterday is almost like a light switch. While yesterday he looked dead inside, now he looks happy and almost bashful. As if he was in middle school and his crush told him that they liked him.

... Which I guess that's what's going on but you don't know that yet, do you?

Unsurprisingly, Seymour is going to spend most of his waking hours in the garden area. Granted, he spends his first five minutes just kind of... tearing up at how beautiful it all is. Sure, he lived in a flower shop, but it wasn't exactly the most attractive place ever, and he's never seen an actual garden in his life. And this was above and beyond anything that he had ever imagined with a garden.

While garden, a song starts to play.]

Tomatoes and sweet peas and green beans It's a dream come true
I wanna just pack my bags and then move here
That's what I'm gonna do, too
The only thing greener than these plants is my thumb
How did I ever see myself as so glum? The opera's now a happy place
I think I've found my happy place

I'm like a British Lady in my garden and my plants agree
(Mm-hmm!)
This is the most amazing building that was ever made
That much we'll all see
I'm the world's greatest gardener things are going so well
How'd I see this as my personal hell? The opera's now a happy place
I think I found my happy
(The opera's now a happy, happy, happy, happy)
Happy, happy, happy, happy place!

[Two people are dead but he's on top of the world right now.]

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna is drawn to the song, peeking into the garden room. Even with all the pain she was feeling, she smiles to herself as Seymour continues his song.]

This place is perfect for you.

[robitussin]

Man... You really love plants, don't you. Come to think of it, why aren't you a botanist?

[She figures it's probably related to the description he gave her of his home, but.]

[trettende]

[ The new wing is quite the sight, but admittedly a place to get fresh air after being cooped up so long sounds like a great idea. Hans walks in on Seymour's song, letting him finish before he interrupts. ]

Well, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?

[ Better that than being sad, I guess. ]

OTA

[dieformymusic]

[I would never let my personal desires influence my aesthetic judgement.

As Winslow comes upstairs something his says haunts his mind like a distant pang of a headache...he said that before. He's almost in a daze, but could anyone blame him? After seeing that gruesome display Saturday? He promised several people they'd get out alive and now...two people are dead. It's his fault per se...but he feels as though he had wasted his time. He won't give up, that's the key.

Upstairs, upstairs to what looks like prop room. It's funny it reminds him of...

Somewhere else. A mansion. Swan's mansion. A woman who was born to be on stage.

Phoenix.

Wh-what's that mean? she's asking him.

He has his face then. He's touching the props, the things left discard...where to begin. These things...they're almost like him.

It means I think you're terrific.

Winslow would rather be on a stranger's mansion than in this hellish opera.]

[onthebusagain]

[ Enter Heather- who looks a little more down than usual, but doesn't let that keep her from gaping at the room. ]

Okay, creepy much? [ Sorry, Winslow, were you having a serious moment? ]

ota

[sunshineprincess]

[After that awful night of not being able to sleep, Anna was more than happy to explore the new wings. The garden was nice, she knows Seymour would love them. The tea room and library were rooms she knows she'd come back to. Yet it's the chapel that stops her dead in her tracks. It wasn't fancy, but she knows Valjean would have loved it.

She sits in one of the pews and thinks about the memory that came back to her that night. The feeling of ice as it hit her heart,the pain that came with it. The look on Elsa's face. Kristoff. Yes. Kristoff had helped support her after the hit. Those last words between her and Elsa before being thrown out...

Elsa, I'm not leaving without you.

Yes. You are.

For the first time since coming there she lets herself cry. Betrayed by D-ne, Valjean dying, not knowing if they were ever going home, and now Elsa having given her a death sentence? It's all too much. When she hears someone walk in, she'll be quick to wipe her eyes and get up, looking sheepish.]

S-Sorry. I was just about to leave!

[aflatouttahell]

["You're going to be married."

"To who?"

"Their name is..."

Jezebel wakes up in a downcast mood, even for someone who slept very little. The new area helps... very little? Ironically enough, the chapel is the first room that catches her eye. She walks in and stands near the front, looking around.]

I wonder...

[And after that, she's in the library looking through the books. There's just so many of them? She isn't even picking out any, mostly she seems like she's just trying to get a sense of all of them.

Eventually, she grabs a copy of Romeo and Juliet and starts flipping through it.]

He's even here, huh?

Tea Room, exploring OTA

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[Now, she normally doesn't remember her dreams but this one sticks and makes her feel weird. The Animals, her arc. Ripping pipes from walls... She wishes Max were here, he could probably get them out. And walking to the halls makes it feel even weirder. But the cobwebs are cute and she doesn't think anyone is going to play pranks on each other here.

The night of bad sleep is practically pushed from her mind at the sight of the open door. But ring-a-ding-ding, that's a new space to explore and explore she does.

After running around the whole new floor she loops back to the tea room and starts poking through the types of tea, singing to herself.]


Haven't you noticed that I'm a star?
I'm coming into view as the world is turning.
Haven't you noticed I've made it this far?
Now, everyone can see me burning
Now, everyone can see me burning
Now, everyone can see me burning....

[allicareabout]

[It's kind of funny, isn't it, how old habits die hard – you find a chapel, your right hand immediately reaches for the stoup near the door, even if you haven't been near a church in years and this particular room doesn't have anything of the sort nearby. That's about the place Billy finds himself at after a brief while spent exploring the halls of the second floor; he corrects the motion quickly enough, shifts it into adjusting his cuffs. He's seeming kind of restless – whether due to the dream or the residual...everything from the weekend is a bit hard to say – and the presence of this place isn't really helping; he doesn't enter properly, just kind of remaining near the door before shaking his head and walking out, his pace brisk.]

Anyone wants help in this place, they should probably give their requests to someone a bit closer.

[...Classy, sir.

That said, he'll be in the library for a while, poking at some of the fiction; he doesn't seem interested in the mysteries or John Grisham-esque things or the books about war, though – it seems his taste runs more towards the...unbelievably trashy, actually. We are talking some Harlequin-grade shit here. Because why the actual hell not, you know?

Otherwise, though, it seems general irritation is going to win the day, and he can be found in the downstairs lobby writing...something down with the aid of one of those clipboards from the storage room. A lot of shorthand, a lot of abbreviations, a lot of nothing at first glance, but whatever it is, he's being diligent about it.

Or maybe it's just something to do with his hands. Who knows.]