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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DOOR INVESTIGATION + OTA

[dechagny]

[The morning brings with it the ghost of a burning ache in Raoul's chest and around his neck. He's up early - just after 7am, but still early - and he holds his head as he emerges from his room. He even leans against his own door for a good five minutes to breathe and get his bearings. For all those familiar with it, he wears the posture of a wounded man, but not from any physical wound.

God, he doesn't know what the fuck is going on at home anymore.

Quietly, he makes his way down the hallway, but upon seeing the new fallen stars and remembering what Astarte had found last week, he's got to know. Eliza and Darla's doors...what new stars do they bear?

Later on in the afternoon, Raoul makes his way up to the new fourth floor, curious as to what he'll find. The bar is not a disappointment, and soon he's poured himself a glass of nice red wine to sip slowly as he looks about the room in quiet, sullen contemplation.

Ask him what's up - he might have a song for you.]

[stagemanagers]

[If we're starting with Eliza's door the name on it might ring familiar: Aaron Burr, The Villain. Underneath the name someone saw fit to scribble ", sir" in the space between the name and the title.]

[dechagny]

[For Raoul? Not really, he's not one for knowing the history of the Americas. But he will take a mental note of this and be sure to write it down and discuss it with the others -

wAIT A MINUTE. Burr...Barr? Could Barr have been a misspelling of Burr? He'll have to compare this to the note he found and see if it's possible.

Now, what of Darla's door?]

[stagemanagers]

[The star on Darla's door reads Oliver Twist, The Orphan.]

WOW EXCUSE YOU

[dechagny]

[Oh...

Raoul takes a sharp breath through his teeth, tearing his eyes away. Orphans...they'd taken orphans into this detestable place...perhaps for even more murderous romps. How many people had lost their lives in this place before them?

Raoul pounds a fist once on Darla's door before turning on his heel to his own door. A simmering anger has him now. Is there any way to remove the star from his own door to see who might have been inside of it first?]

[stagemanagers]

[Not with your bare hands, Raoul. But you can always do what Astarte has been doing and investigate the inside.]

[dechagny]

[He's totally going to find a tool from the workshop later for this, see that he won't.

But fine - he's mad enough to storm into his room, and frustrated enough to start moving furniture around, perhaps even kicking the legs of things when it proves difficult. He starts with his bed - anything under it, hidden on the wall behind the mattress, stuffed between things?]

[robitussin]

Huh. I would've thought most people would be going straight for the whiskey. Wouldn't really blame them.

[She's looking around the room curiously, even if she doesn't intend to drink anything.]

Lots on your mind?

[dechagny]

[For Natalie's sake, Raoul attempts to chuckle. The sound is weary and mirthless.]

I have never been the type of man for whiskey, I'm afraid. [A pause to take a sip. He's being slow and measured with his drink.] As for your question...yes.

[robitussin]

You need some serious pointers in the fake laughter department.

[A pause.]

The trial, or something else?

[dechagny]

I have never been much for lying.

[He always says what he knows is the truth, and is constantly honest with how he feels and what he thinks is right.]

...My dream, from last night. Or, I suppose...it is a memory, isn't it?

[robitussin]

It's kind of refreshing, honestly.

[Gasp, a compliment. It only took a month.]

Yeah. All of them have seemed like memories to me. What happened?

[dechagny]

[He looks over at her with eyebrows raised at that. Holy shit, girl, he'll take that compliment and run with it.]

...I do not know...if it is right to trouble you with it. I - there is nothing anyone can do, if what happened before me was sincere...

Booze woo

[solomonjihad]

[Its reasonably late before a somewhat frazzled Astarte enters, spotting Raoul as she does so.]

...Are you all right?

[Can she partake or does she have to be 20 18 21...you know what she's going to just take the first bottle she sees and pour a tiny shot for herself.]

[dechagny]

[lol it's not like he's going to tell on her to the liquor police]

...Mn.

[Raoul makes that sound and lets out a breath, swirling his wine expertly. Men of high class know how to do these things and not make it look pretentious.]

Not...quite, I'm afraid. It seems the trend of waking up on Mondays with new memories has continued, and mine is...

[He shakes his head.] Augh, it's nothing I should bother you about, Astarte...

[solomonjihad]

...Did you die?

[May as well get that out of the way.]

[dechagny]

...I don't truly know.

[But part of him wonders if he had, after that happened. If not by asphyxiation, at least from a broken heart.]

[solomonjihad]

...Its all right. I died.

[A shrug.]

Or, I was about to.

[dechagny]

[He turns to her, eyes wide.]

But...Astarte, that cannot be true! How else could you be here?

bar time

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna isn't much of a drinker, but she does want to see the bar. And boy is it certainly a type of bar she's never even imagined.

And then there's Raoul. Who doesn't seem like he's all too okay.]

Hey! Are you okay?

lol let's get lightly toasted

[dechagny]

[Ah! It's Princess Anna...just the sight of her reminds him of their first conversation.

Ah! Red roses mean you love her!

...He can't lie to you Anna. Raoul shakes his head.]

I am far less alright than I've been in...quite some time, I'm afraid.

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna puts a hand on his arm.]

Was it a memory?

[dechagny]

[...One nod.]

It was indeed a memory. And...there is so little I know about the events surrounding it, that...I cannot get it out of my mind.

[sunshineprincess]

Do you wanna talk about it?

[It might help?]

[dechagny]

...It is rather...difficult to speak of, and perhaps difficult to listen to. I would not want to make you uncomfortable, but if you truly want to know...

[Make him talk Anna, he shouldn't keep this bottled up]