week 4

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 4
[Another week has passed in the opera house and things are looking grim as ever. With Gabe and Hime gone, the performers are down to 16 of them.

On Monday, the opera house is still heavily decorated with a few new additions. There are more cottony cobwebs, a few small ghosts hanging from the ceiling made of cheesecloth, even more pumpkins here and there. A few more candy bowls have been set out in places like the dining room and a few others and only a few of them are only filled with candy corn. In the dressing rooms the stars on Gabe and Hime's doors have fallen off, leaving behind a patch of star-shaped wood slightly lighter than the rest of the doors on Hime's and a different star underneath on Gabe's.

Like the previous week, the door on in the second floor lobby is unlocked and a new floor is ready to be explored. Have a good week, everyone.]

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THURSDAY

[stagemanagers]

Investigation/OTA

[dechagny]

[Okay. No death yet. That's good. That's a good thing, Raoul tells himself, and he's starting to feel a bit more comfortable in assuming that no one here really cares about an unidentified sum of money in exchange for getting away with murder.

Raoul starts his day in the Chapel, taking a moment to pray (for Valjean, for D-ne, for Hime, for Gabe) before investigating the area. He's not a religious man, but even he wants to show some respect for what this room should represent before he takes a look around. Later he's in the Garden investigating, partly because he hasn't been in here yet, and partly because you never know what sort of things you could find anywhere. Hmmm, maybe he should double check the Library and the Tea Room tomorrow...

For a third time Raoul busies himself in the kitchen in the evening. He's working on some new culinary horror, of course, but it's worth noting that the cookbook he's been using to make all these disgusting things is laying open on the counter for anyone to just...pick up and abscond with.

Please. For the sake of everyone in the opera house, be the hero we need. Take the cookbook and burn that shit to embers. Sure, Raoul will be sad, but hey, maybe he'll pick up a more contemporary one instead.]

[bestof]

[Something about the meeting yesterday seems to have pushed Eliza out of her isolating funk because she's up and around with feverish energy and focus.

In the morning she's in the Chapel and she stays there for a good while. It helps, gives her a little peace of mind to pray for the four they've lost and for her Philip. Later in the afternoon she's exploring the dance studio and then the bakery, perusing the cold storage for dough and a few varieties of frozen fruits. Afterwards she can be found in the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up and flour covering her apron, the counter and a bit on her face while she tries her damndest to roll out a still somewhat frozen hunk of pastry dough.

Closer to evening Eliza has cleaned up and settled into the library with some fabric, a few needles and some embroidery thread. She has a project in mind, while it's too big to finish in one night, it's something to keep her mind and her hands occupied for a little while.]

library

[robitussin]

[Natalie spends most of her time in the music room and library, so it's not a surprise that she comes across Eliza while she's embroidering. She remembers what she told her yesterday about not being okay, so her tone is more gentle than her usual way of speaking.]

Hey. What are you working on?

[bestof]

Hello, Natalie. [She looks up from her work with a small and tired but genuine smile.] I found some quilting material in the costume room with the sewing supplies so I thought I'd make something. [She holds up the patch she's working on. It's not even close to done but it's clearly in the shape of a candlestick.]

[robitussin]

Looks good so far. What's the rest of it going to be eventually?

[bestof]

I'm not sure yet. I wanted to make a match for those we've lost but that would be a thankfully small quilt. So I think I might make one for each of us. Twenty patches should be enough if I make them big enough.

kitchen

[dechagny]

[Raoul's been a busy man in the kitchen this week, and he's taken pride in every one of his unusual creations. Why? Because, in a small way, it makes him feel like he's doing something good, that he's contributing. That he's not useless in this opera house or to anyone here. Truthfully, he loathed the idea of being unable to help those of his friends who had died and being cut off from Christine when she was in such strange circumstances, but at least - at least if he could make something to share with the others, it could help them all a little bit.

When he comes into the kitchen and sees Eliza, he clears his throat and ducks his head respectfully.] Good afternoon to you, Madame Hamilton. What might you be up to today?

[bestof]

Good afternoon, monsieur. [She sets down her rolling pin and quickly wipes her hands on her apron, curtsying politely.] I went upstairs to the bakery for the first time today and I found so many things I just had to try baking something.

[If she wants to be more honest creating something is the best kind of distraction from her own gloom she can think of.]

[dechagny]

[Look, they all need to figure out a way to keep busy and not think about death. Baking's a great way to do it.]

Interesting - they do have a fair amount of unusual ingredients! What were you thinking of making? Perhaps I could help.

Dance Studio

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[The dance studio is becoming Darla's favorite room, if just for the sake of performing old routines for fun. She is a little surprised to see Eliza there, but that won't stop her from walking right in.]

Afternoon, Ms. 'Liza. Are you using the studio?

[bestof]

Darla, I should have expected to find you here. [Oh, small child, you have Done Some Shit but Eliza is nothing if not a bleeding heart for children.] I was just doing some exploring since I haven't been on this floor yet.

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

Oh, well this room is much better without all the pumpkins in it.

It's a proper studio too. It even has a barre!

library

[aflatouttahell]

[Jezebel has... a stack of romance novels of varying quality? She's been very busy gathering them. But there's also the lady she hasn't talked to yet in here, and she might as well get on that. Even if she gets a little bit of a... Religious vibe from her.]

Mrs Hamilton?

[bestof]

Hmm-? Oh. Miss Jezebel. [Oh lord, it's the literal Hell princess, this is going to be interesting.] Good evening.

[aflatouttahell]

Good evening! I just... thought it was sort of rude of me, not to have talked to you before now. So I wanted to introduce myself.

Investigation/OTA

[solomonjihad]

[Well, she promised and that is what she's going to do. Her promise. Uh. Keeping it. So, before her cooking date with Raoul, in the afternoon she will be diving into searching her room and that of Valjean and D-ne. She starts with her room, of course.

May as well start with under the bed, right?

In the evening she is making another cake. Just...don't ask what the main ingredient is. You don't want to know. Or maybe you do because its actually kind of delicious.]

Investigation

[stagemanagers]

[There's nothing on the floor under the bed.

But it does look like there's an object jammed between the mattress and the bedframe.]

Re: Investigation

[solomonjihad]

[Ah! So, this is a good place to potentially find clues. She carefully moves the bed to retrieve it. Whatever it is. What is it?]

[stagemanagers]

[It's a book! More specifically, a blue hardback, though there's no visible title or anything on the front or spine.]

[solomonjihad]

[A book...!

Once she looks it over, she opens it up to read it.]

1st floor lobby, media room

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[After finally getting some coins into the merch booth, Darla's pretty torn on how to act with her prizes so she'll sit in the lobby for a while with all of them scattered near her on a seat cushion.

In the afternoon, she'll be in the media room digging through things. She has no idea what any of this does but she's going to touch it.]

1st floor lobby

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow is passing through the first floor when he sees that odd girl. The one who always felt off, but Winslow pitied her cause she's still a kid.

The helmeted man passes by, gazing at the prizes. Just...what in the world is that green doll? That's the weirdest thing he's ever seen.]

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[The doll is getting gentle pats now and then; she may not know what it is, but she likes it. Her picture and the dress are just... sitting there.

She doesn't really know this fella's name off the top of her head, but when he's near enough, she does smile.]

How's it goin, Bub?

[dieformymusic]

[Hey he's not one to snatch things only people.

He makes an awkward bow given the very frank manner this kid addresses him...bub?

Um.

"Winslow.

It's been a hard week. You?"]