week 5

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 5
[Five weeks, three trials, seven deaths and thirteen performers left.

Monday the opera house has been cleaned top to bottom of any leftover traces of Halloween. No pumpkins, no cobwebs, no cheesy paper skeletons, not even a hint that there the decorations has been there in the first place. There's a slight chill in the air this week, like someone forgot to shut off the air conditioning on for a bit too long. Luckily there are plenty of sweaters in the costume room should the performers get chilly. Three more doors are lacking in their appropriate stars now but, as with Hime's, Eliza and Darla's doors have different stars stuck tight to them with different names on them.

The door on in the third floor lobby is unlocked and a new floor is ready to be explored. Enjoy your week, everyone.]


[Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]

[ooc: put in your memories and get in your activity, lovelies, and let's have a stellar week.]

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WEDNESDAY

[stagemanagers]

The law walks into a bar

[irreprochable]

[last week, the law man was all about trying to find a key to that mysterious ???? room, but this week he's sitting at the bar, melancholy and slowly nursing a cognac. inspector! day-drinking? absurd.

but it's not just the weight of the deaths, although those linger even despite the cast's attempts to tell him its not his fault. no, there's a memory. another memory without context.

but the context here makes it make more sense. so he sings, because, of course he does, quiet and to his cognac.]

And must I now begin to doubt,
Who never doubted all these years?
My heart is stone and still it trembles
The world I have known is lost in shadow.

[trettende]

[ Man, Hans thought he was a melancholy drunk. He may be starting a bit earlier than usual, but he's surprised to find Mr. The Law here in the first place, much less sounding so down. ]

Inspector Javert?

[ Hans isn't sure where he stands with the man since Anna plastered their dirty laundry out for everyone to see, so he approaches carefully. ]

Mind if join you?

[irreprochable]

[hes not super happy with hans, no, but he nods to the seat next to him all the same.]

The chair is empty.

[trettende]

Thank you.

[ I mean, for not trying to pick a fight with him. Hans doesn't want to make any more enemies than he has already... Hans will go ahead and pour himself some wine before attempting smalltalk. ]

Things have been hard lately, haven't they?

[dieformymusic]

[Everyone seems to flock to the bar this week, which is understandable since it seems like everyone is feeling miserable.

Winslow manages to slip by as he hears Javert singing. He's a pretty intimidating guy, but even an intimidating guy probably needs a somber accompaniment on piano.]

[irreprochable]

[excellent he'll just keep singing]

I am reaching but I fall
And the stars are black and cold
As I stare into the void
Of a world that cannot hold

[dieformymusic]

[What Javeet sings...it rings deep in Winslow, something that dredges the pain of what he's felt all week.

He puts his heart into the piano, his eye beginning to water.]

[stagemanagers]

[ after some time, a certain odd feeling creeps over the room ]

[ you are not alone ]

[irreprochable]

[quoi?????

javert looks around, stands up like he's going to try and find it]

[stagemanagers]

[ the room is empty ]

[ the floorboards in front of you creak ]

Investigation/OTA

[dechagny]

[It could be said that this week is a marked change in Raoul, a figurative kick in the pants for figuring out just what the hell is going on. Today he's chosen the Art Studio, intrigued by how messy it still appears as opposed to the other rooms, which appeared cleaner, more orderly. For most of the day you'll find him going through the art supplies for anything unusual, checking the tables to see if anything was etched into them or left stuck underneath, being pretty thorough overall...even with the kiln, though he's wary of it.

Once the day begins to wane, though, you'll find him using some of the sculpting clay. Everything he makes looks like a kid's first romp with Play-doh, but it's more to do something with his hands than anything else.]

[onthebusagain]

[The play-doh similarity is not lost on Heather- who gawks upon his creations when she enters the room.]

What is that?

[dechagny]

[Raoul looks up from his creation, looks back down at it...and looks back at Heather, a little confused.]

A cat.

[It's not obvious?]

[onthebusagain]

Oh. Yeah, sure it is. [So judgmental. She just stares at it.]

Didn't take you for the artsy kind.

investigation/ota

[robitussin]

[After she wakes up this morning, she starts with going over every inch of her dressing room, moving the furniture and looking over every inch of the place.

Next stop is the bar, where she's scanning through each individual bottle to see if there's anything strange inside one of them. After that, she heads to the art studio, where she does the same thing with the paint containers.

After all that is done... She heads to the music room. This destination isn't meant for investigation; it's comfort. She sits down at the piano. Out of everything here, it's the most familiar and soothing thing she's found. After everything that's happened, and everything she suspects will keep on happening... She tries hard not to think about what she starts to play - other than making it something soothing, calming. There's even a soft smile on her face as she starts to play the notes and a tune begins to accompany her.]

When I go my way
Along some highway
Will you remember me

When you are lonesome
I'd like to own some
Place in your memory

I know that you'll play a part
In my heart when I start
That's something I can guarantee

But when I stray off,
Somewhere away off
Will you remember me?

[Despite how melancholy the words are, she seems - almost calm as she plays. It's the closest she's come recently, at any rate. The tune is simple and light. It's something she can easily get right, for once.]

wow that's a sad song

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna heard the music while she was walking around the opera house. Standing in the doorway she now knows why Eliza wanted to make the quilt square be piano keys. Natalie was really, really good at playing the piano.

The sing makes her feel strange and suddenly lonely. So in a much softer voice she accompanies Natalie.]

Now that I am starting,
I cannot deny,
I'd prefer a 'see you later'
To a mere goodbye.

But before departing
Do I hope in vain?
Something makes me wonder whether
You'll forget me altogether
If we never meet again.

When you go your way
Out through my doorway
Will you remember me?

When you are lonesome,
I'd like to own some
Place in your memory.

But when you stray off,
Somewhere away off --
Will you remember me?

.... do you think they'll let us remember each other when we finally get to leave this place?

[robitussin]

[The question takes her off guard slightly, but she nods her head.]

Yeah, I do. If any of us live through this, at least.

[sunshineprincess]

I hope we do. You're all-[Except Hans]-dear to me. I would never want to forget anyone here.

[catliketread]

[Everyone seems to be pretty subdued this week and the Pirate King is no exception. He's been spending most of his time trying to paint, but it seems like nothing's really working out too well for him. You can find him in the art studio for most of the morning, though he doesn't seem to be nearly as enthusiastic about painting as he was earlier. The oceans he's trying to paint are in more subdued colors as well, perfectly reflecting his melancholy mood.

...Yes, he's exactly the kind of person to intentionally pick shades of blues, greens, and grays that will reflect his mood because he's not just a pirate, he's an artist. Or something. The point is he's being overdramatic even when he's not being a loud disaster.

Later in the evening you can find him in the bar where he's idly looking through the drinks. There doesn't seem to be anything he's really interested in, though he keeps coming across that certain brand of spiced rum and wrinkling his nose. Thanks for the reminder...]

art studio

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow is pretty subdued, if not...paranoid. He's doing a little art project...if you want to call it 'project'.

He's been painting a crude drawing of an upside down bird, nothing at all quality, before he crosses it out or tears it up.]

[catliketread]

Oh, Winslow, that's a shame. I thought you were doing very well!

[...sure, it wasn't the best, but!! Art isn't about being the best, it's about passion and creativity and all that other fun stuff.]

[dieformymusic]

[Oh Pirate King your poor naive man.

"It's not art.

It's a message to this cursed place. To him."]

bar

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna is carrying her two dolls in. Why? She's figured out that if you align some of the bottles just right in front of a light, it looks almost like stained glass on the floor. Like the floor she used to play on as a child after Elsa stopped talking to her. Having the dolls back in her possession just makes that moment too real. But with her latest memories, now it's happier. Elsa was back! And they were sisters again...

Seeing the Pirate King makes Anna stop.]

Are you okay there?

[catliketread]

Oh, Anna! Yes, I'm fine. I just found something a little distasteful, that's all!

[Seriously, who the hell stocked this bar. Did we all need a reminder of Hook. Really.]

What brings you here? And why do you have dolls?