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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THURSDAY

[stagemanagers]

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer will also be making the rounds of the floors with his mobile office today! He seems pretty tired, so you may walk in to find him lying on the floor with a few pillows. His lunch is also still here.]

When in Rome (4th floor what's good)

[inforapenny]

[Well, it's Thursday and he's not really any closer to coming up with a way to finish that blowtorch.

So it's time to hit up the bar, instead. He's not drinking to get stupid, but he sure is here to drink.

And...doodle on the cocktail napkins.]

bar

[stagemanagers]

[ a drink sounds good right now ]

[ billy might notice the sound of several bottles being opened ]

[inforapenny]

[...Yeah, he's. He's not wasted so he's.

Definitely going to notice that.]

I knew you had a problem, Hans, but-

[stagemanagers]

[ more and more bottles keep getting opened ]

[ it sounds like five have been opened so far ]

[ the noise seems to be coming from one of the shelves above billy ]

[trettende]

[ Hell yeah, Billy, let's drink!! I mean. It's been several days now and the sheen has kind of worn off, but you can bet Hans is at least having seltzer water because man cannot survive on drink alone. ]

Finally came out of your workshop, huh? I feel like I've barely seen you.

[inforapenny]

[Seltzer water? Gross, man, at least either drink soda or real water.

...I mean Billy's going to just reach over and use the soda gun to top off his cola but hey.]

Yeah, believe it or not that wasn't actually intentional.

[trettende]

[ You're not the boss of him, Billy! Hans takes a sip of his gross water. ]

How so? Did you lose track of time?

second floor ota!!

[robitussin]

[She hasn't slept.

She knows the Balladeer is offering a space to at least nap in, but she honestly doesn't trust that the Management won't find out about it. It's one of the many things she's turning over endlessly in her mind - if they do discover it, what's going to happen to everyone who took advantage of it? What's going to happen to the Balladeer, for that matter?

That's not the only worry on her mind, of course, and for the majority of the day she can be found just listlessly pacing around the second floor, weary and nervous, searching for something that can help her stay awake. She doesn't stay in any particular area for long as she wanders around the floor.

Of course, she can be found again today at the stairwell doors that she has access to, knocking once more. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't sick with worry about the others, too.]

Hello? It's Natalie.

[aflatouttahell]

[She hasn't slept either, thankfully. She's been writing, sometimes, or watching movies, or singing to herself, or just... thinking. About things. A lot of things. Things like-

Natalie! Jezebel walks over, rubbing at an eye.]

Hey. You doing okay?

[robitussin]

[She turns when she hears Jezebel, at least attempting a (very sleepy) smile.]

Hanging in there. One more day... How about you?

[onthebusagain]

[Have some less enthused knocks back. She's so sleepy.]

Natalie! Guess who!

[robitussin]

Oh - Heather! Anna told me she was with you... Are you okay?

stairwell

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow could be better. Emphasis on could and be. But it's nice to hear a familiar voice.]

Natalie. How is it on the other floors?

[robitussin]

Oh, man, am I glad you can talk now.

It's... I think we're doing okay. We have enough to eat, and - we only have one more day to go. We can make it through.

How about you and Raoul?

floor 2 and also ota

[aflatouttahell]

[She's been awake way too long. Good grief. Good grief! She's so tired. And she's been wrapped in thought for so long. She's been trying to work on her play in the library some, but she also found an interesting-looking musicalmedia room that she tries watching.]

This is... do they think people die one at a time?

[Later, though, she wanders to the stairs. Well, the doors keeping her from moving on them.]

Anyone there?

stairs

[stagemanagers]

[ there's the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs ]

[aflatouttahell]

[Well that's strange.]

Hello?

floor 4 fun/Investigation

[trettende]

[ Going on what little sleep anyone's managed to get here, Hans eventually finds himself in the recording studio because quite frankly, it seems to be the weirdest room of the bunch and he can't make sense of half the things here, but... it's quiet. And maybe there's something here that could be important? He's going to have a look around, if you'd like to join him.

Otherwise, Hans is checking out the art room, where he's found himself some clay and gasp that means he's not wearing his gloves for once. He's not terribly good at whatever he's making, but it's something to do to keep him awake, so just don't make fun of his shitty bowl, okay. It's been a long couple of days. ]

art room

[allicareabout]

[...Well. This is new.]

You've been awake so long you're attempting pottery, now?

[trettende]

[ Oh, great! Except not at all because this is quite embarrassing but he's going to commit to this now. ]

Yes, I... figured if I kept drinking I'd fall asleep, so here I am.

THIRD FLOOR PARTY FLOOR

[sunshineprincess]

[Suffice it to say, Anna is in a very good mood. No one has died so far, she has a way to talk to her boyfriend and best friend (though she wishes she could speak with Raoul, too), and Hans hasn't killed her Billy yet.

Great.

She's going to be in the bakery, trying her hand at making pies. She has the cooler door propped open since she's flitting back and forth for ingredients. Gosh pies are hard to make.

Later she's in the workshop. It was actually quite fascinating in here. The smell somehow reminds her of home. Cut wood was a lovely smell. Though she does have to sneeze when sawdust gets into her nose.

The game room comes after the workshop. Though she is still sniffling, it's not as bad as before. Just more annoying, and her sleeve is getting damp since she has no tissues. So gross for a princess.

Her mood crashes more towards the evening. She is sitting by the doors, sighing softly. This was all too much like home. The closed doors, not getting out. Whoever comes by can hear a soft song.]

Elsa, I know I'm so scared
Have you been wondering where I've been?
They say "have faith" and I'm trying
I'm stuck in here, why can't they let you in
We used to have each other
It was you and me
What am I going to do?

Why couldn't we build a snowman...

[She misses Elsa and being locked in this floor is getting to her.]

[stagemanagers]

[oh boy, pies. everybody loves pies.

how strange though, that the bakery starts smelling strongly of freshly baked fruit pie while Anna is still busy collecting the ingredients.]

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna stops and sniffs the air, very confused now. Uhm... she... wasn't even planning on making apple pie. What the heck.]

TPK?

[Wait. Is he even anywhere near the bakery?]