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.]

Comments

[dechagny]

[...He is NOT going back up to the bar for another drink, okay, he's...at a loss today. In a fog. Also in some amount of pain from an injury he only now remembered receiving. When he enters and sees Winslow at the piano, though, there is a moment of panic. On God - has death broached the confines of Friday? Is his friend...

...No. No, he's...alive. Raoul comes forward, brow furrowed in concerned.]

Winslow? Good man - what brings you here tonight?

[dieformymusic]

[He hears something when Raoul comes over. Oh yes...it'd be a shame if he was dead...ha ha....

Winslow raises a hand. And hits a low note. Not good things.]

[dechagny]

[...Yeah. Surprisingly, Raoul can relate to that low note.]

Do you mind if I join you?

[dieformymusic]

[Another thumbs up. Go ahead, Raoul. You can sit with him.]

[dechagny]

[Raoul has sits with his bro.

Raoul is quiet for a moment, forlornly staring at the piano.]

...I do believe we have been here for over a month now, my friend.

[dieformymusic]

[It's appreciated bro.

Winslow nods...a month...

He his a few harsh notes on the piano.]

[dechagny]

[Yeah he feels you on that, too.]

I do...hope that there is something we can do to free ourselves. Something...even if it is drastic, so long as there are no more deaths, then...they will have to stop, won't they?

[dieformymusic]

[That he rises to. And grabs his clipboard

"Anything to escape. Anything."]

[dechagny]

[Ah. So it's reached that point of desperation, then. Raoul looks in sad contemplation at the words on the clipboard.]

...Do you remember what you suggested when we first met? A controlled fire? Perhaps...I don't know if we have the means, but if it comes down to anything...

[Raoul please no don't let Winslow burn the entire building you're trapped in down]

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow takes a good hard look at Raoul.

He hadn't expected this kind of talk from him. Something happened to him...but he didn't want to press the matter.

"Maybe if we can find the material. Or make an explosive."]

[dechagny]

[He wants answers. If he can't have answers, at least let everyone still alive be free.]

Material shouldn't be difficult. [After all, if they have poison within easy access, flammable stuff should be around too.] An explosive, however...sadly I do not know how one would be constructed.

[dieformymusic]

[There's a moment of quiet before he weighs on how Raoul may feel that he knows how.

Then he just writes.

"I cam find a way."]

[dechagny]

[Honestly? The time for questions would come later.]

Then...would you like me to assist you? I could see if I could find the right kinds of materials somewhere...

[dieformymusic]

[...you're a good pal, Raoul.

"Yes. Finding the materials would be a real help."]

[dechagny]

What should I look for? Names, the color of the container - I will keep my eyes open.

[dieformymusic]

["Anything from the tech room. Should be wires.

Rope.

Cinnamon.

We could still use the utility belts."]

[dechagny]

[...]

Why cinnamon? I am...legitimately curious.

[dieformymusic]

["The vapors of cinnamon are combustible."]

[dechagny]

Oh! Interesting! And does that make the explosion smell nice?

[dieformymusic]

[Raoul...swear to god...

"It makes your eyes water and ruins your nose in big doses."]

[dechagny]

[He's curious]

Oh. Well. I see.

[dieformymusic]

["You won't want to breathe it in.

If we make enough we can blast a way out. Maybe."]

[dechagny]

I'll be sure to have a hankerchief on my person.

[Raoul that's not going to help much]