WEEK 6

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 6

[Six weeks later, and eleven performers remain.

The opera house is much the same when Monday morning dawns this week. It seems you've truly gone as high as you can go - there is no fifth floor, and no sign of any other new areas. The air has grown colder, like perhaps someone failed to adjust the heating for the winter weather that's supposedly happening just outside. Javert and Astarte's stars are still firmly affixed to their doors; it seems you might have to try a little harder to learn their secrets.

Things seem to be building. Have a good week, everyone.]

[ Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday ]

[ooc: don't forget to submit your memories and check into the roll call!]

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TUESDAY

[stagemanagers]

MOTIVE: CLOSE EVERY DOOR TO ME

[tellthestory]

[At around ten in the morning, long before anyone usually needs to worry about the week's incentive, the intercoms buzz to life.]

Meeting in the lobby, I've got something to tell you. Everyone get downstairs right -

[Before he can finish his thought, the slamming of doors echoes around the opera house. Those stairwell doors that were opening every week like clockwork? Those are shut and locked once again, regardless of who was on which side of them. There's a sound that could be a muffled curse from the Balladeer, and then silence.

Two hours of silence. He won't be in the box office during this time.

At noon, as per usual, he speaks again. His tone is duller than before, and he sounds like he's reading from something:]

Some of you are locked in with the...person spying for Management. If no one else kills by the end of the week, they've been ordered to pick someone on their floor off. [sigh] Remember, no sleeping outside your dressing rooms.

[robitussin]

[Well, that sure is a motive.

Shortly after it gets announced (after kicking the door several times for good measure, which accomplishes nothing but giving her a sore foot), Natalie is walking around the second floor, peeking her head into each room as she goes along.]

Anybody else here? Please don't let me be alone on this floor...

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour himself was looking through all the different rooms to see he was alone here, and understandably gives a sigh of relief when he sees Natalie.]

Natalie! Thank god I'm not alone.

<small[In the very least Natalie is one of the more sensible people here.]

[robitussin]

[She takes when she sees him, too, relieved as well.]

Have you seen anybody else yet?

[aflatouttahell]

[Oh hey, guess who's in the library again! And poking her head out.]

Natalie? You're stuck here too?

[robitussin]

[Somehow, seeing Jezebel relieves her more than she thought it would. It's nice to have someone she trusts here. She doesn't dislike Seymour, of course, but...]

Thank god. Though I guess that's kind of ironic to say given the circumstances... But, yeah, I'm stuck here.

Tuesday

[dechagny]

[Dear God, that slamming jolts Raoul out of his mid-morning drowsiness. He exits his room after the Balladeer grows silent, hair only just dry from the shower and clothes not quite right, looking around with wide, uncertain eyes.]

Hello...? Is everyone alright?

[When no answer comes, he heads out to the lobby, where the Balladeer had probably wanted them to congregate.]

...Where is everyone?

[After the noon announcement, however, he's on edge - not for himself, but for the nine people on the floors above him. He'll try knocking on the door to the second floor stairwell in the hopes that someone might hear him and...try to give him an update through the wall. Be alright, guys, please be alright. The sleeping rule is absolutely ludicrous and he knows it, even if he's not in danger.]

[robitussin]

[Right after the announcement, she heads right to the door to the stairs to immaturely kick at it - but luckily, that means she hears him knocking. She raises her voice.]

Who's there? Can you hear me?

[dechagny]

[That voice - so the others had ventured upstairs already? Good Lord, how many were up there? Where was everyone?

Raoul stops knocking to press his ear to the door, and raises his voice.] Natalie? Natalie, that is you, isn't it? Are you alright?!

lobby

[stagemanagers]

[ behind him, there's a dull scraping sound ]

[ one of the chairs has moved out of position ]

[dechagny]

AAUGH!

[He shouted AND jumped at that. Congrats Opera Ghosts, you have scared the bejiminy out of a sad, lonely aristocrat. I hope you're proud of yourself.]

What devilry is this now?!?

lobby

[dieformymusic]

[Is someone there? Winslow rushes out to find Raoul. Friend! Oh god he's so glad to find friend!]

Raoul!

They've imprisoned us! Like dogs!

[dechagny]

[rtghekrnhrkjtnhkrjtnhb whose voice is that why does it sound that way

Raoul whips around to see Winslow, very surprised, even a little pale.] Winslow! You - you can speak!

[FOCUS DE CHAGNY]

fourth floor what's good

[allicareabout]

[...The sound of the doors slamming is more than a little startling, given that he wasn't expecting it, but the explanation (and the lengthy pause before it) isn't going to do much for his mood; he'd expected the motive to be the usual "similar shit, different day" thing that it's been lately – an inconvenience, an annoyance maybe, but not...whatever this is, and as such he can be found at the bottom of the fourth floor stairwell for slightly longer than is really practical or necessary, smacking the door itself with the palm of his hand and muttering something (that may or may not be very antiquated euphemisms for the sake of expressing exactly how bullshit this is) under his breath as he does so.

...No actual verbal swearing, however, that's uncouth.

Beyond that? He can be found pacing the hallways and trying to figure out who else is up here with him, and otherwise in the art studio, sketchbook open on a table – looks like he's writing something, god only knows what, and he'll close the book if he's joined in there.

As soon as intermission hits, though...well, at least they got the bar.]

Art Studio

[inforapenny]

[Billy was in the tech studio when the doors slammed, but it wasn't until the announcement that he realized what had happened.

And now he's here for art supplies and anarchy.

Or he would be, but there's someone else there.]

Uh- sorry, just came to, uh. Grab some... some paper.

stairway

[trettende]

[ Slamming the doors might be use useless but it still feels good when it's all said and done. Hans had about the same idea as Billy here, so he joins him and smacks the door a few times before giving up. Geez, he hadn't even had his first drink before things at started going crazy. ]

They're getting pretty desperate now, aren't they?

such language

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna hears the noise and walks over to that door. That voice sounds familiar...]

Hello?

bar

[stagemanagers]

[ behind the bar, there's a clinking of glass ]

[dieformymusic]

[When he hears the announcement, the same feelings of anger and apprehension run through his mind. It's happened, just like it happened before.]

No...no...NO!

[Winslow rushes to the door to ferociously body slam into it. No sell. He's broken free of a bricked-in wall, he can do it again, right? He rushes into again with a hard slam again...again no sell. Winslow soon just...crumples to the floor, giving a defeated yell.

Trapped. Again.

Later in the afternoon in the west wing he hasn't given up, going from room to room, hoping a hidden way may have popped out. He calls out to those above through his broken electronic voice.]

Touch...
I remember touch
I need something more...

Touch...
I remember touch
A painter in my mind
Tell me what you see

[dontfeedplants]

[Eventually, there is a small knock on the other side of the stairwell door.]

Winslow? Is that you?

[Oh thank goodness he can hear people from the other side.]

THIRD FLOOR PARTY FLOOR

[sunshineprincess]

[Uhm... this motive... is unique? She can't imagine anyone being able to get away with killing anyone on their floor and get away with it. Unless... there's more than two people on the floor. That should still keep someone from dying... Anna just hopes her Billy is okay. Who knows who he wound up with...

Anna rushes around the third floor to see who she was trapped with. Please don't let it be Hans

Hello? Hello! Who's on the third floor with me?

[Of course she's going to rush to the doors leading to the fourth and second floors, pounding on them to get some attention.]

Hey! Can anyone hear me?

[onthebusagain]

[Watch out Anna, there's a monster flying from the dance studio to try and attack you.

By which I mean, Heather's trying to hug her, while grossly crying.]

Oh my God, I thought I might be alone, or trapped with someone weird!

[dontfeedplants]

[Soon after Anna pounds on the second floor door, there is a knock on the other side.]

I can hear you! Are you guys okay up there?

[He's assuming no one has already died, at least.]

At the door

[inforapenny]

[Muffled, from the other side of the fourth floor door]

Anna?