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!]

Comments

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?!

[robitussin]

Yeah - yeah, it's me. Don't worry, I'm fine. Seymour and Jezebel are here with me, we're all fine.

[A sigh of relief. It feels good to be able to talk to someone else, to know that they're still alright.]

Are you okay? Who's there with you?

[dechagny]

[Let's pretend this happened after his bro Birdman showed up with his new magic talkie box.]

It seems that only Winslow and myself are here - unless someone else simply has not left their room. Do you think there is a way to find out who has been trapped on the floors above you?

[How many people does he have to worry about getting in trouble for falling asleep]

[robitussin]

I can go bang on the doors to the other set of stairs and see if anyone there can hear me and hope they've communicated with the fourth floor, I guess.

Is Winslow okay? Is his voice box thing working?

[dechagny]

Yes, it is working - it gave me a fright to hear it, but after such a long period of silence I am glad he can finally speak. And - if you manage to reach anyone on the other side, do knock on this door from time to time, and hopefully I'll be around to hear it.

[He's worried. He's very worried.]

[robitussin]

Yeah, of course. I'll keep you as updated as I can.

[A small pause.]

Raoul?

[dechagny]

Thank you, Natalie.

[Hm? Pause?]

Yes?

[robitussin]

[She has a really bad feeling about this week, and even if she's trying to stay positive... After everything that happened with Astarte, it's hard.]

...You're my friend and I won't talk about the toilet brush any more.

[It's still blurted out in a rush, though.]

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?!?

[stagemanagers]

[ ...sorry, raoul, but other chairs have started moving now ]

[ they're just scooting around the lobby, slowly at first, gathering speed ]

[ the trajectory seems pretty random, but watch that none of them clip you ]

[dechagny]

[Oh he's watching alright, he's going to grab the nearest one and try sitting on it to make it stop]

Cease - this - ridiculousness!!

[stagemanagers]

[ the chair briefly slows to a stop ]

[ and then starts pushing itself around with even more power ]

[dechagny]

[SCREAMS

No really Raoul is screaming, none of this is okay]

REVEAL YOURSELF! STOP THESE SHENANIGANS AND SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!

[stagemanagers]

[ the other chairs have mostly stopped, and the one raoul is sitting in slows, then spins to face the dressing rooms ]

[ and then around towards the box office ]

[ one of the other chairs flips upside-down as it lifts into the air, and then is hurled hard at the box office door ]

[dechagny]

[THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE MEANT]

NO! NO, DON'T DO THAT!!!

[stagemanagers]

[ remember when you dismissed the microwave as broken, raoul? ]

[ do you remember ]



[ the other chairs stop. after a moment, the one that was thrown lifts into the air again, slower, and floats over to rest back in its original place and position ]

[ the others slowly start making their way back as well ]

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]

[dieformymusic]

[Oh yeah surprise he sounds like a fried toaster.]

The merchandise box gave me my voice.

But we're still prisoners here on this floor!

[dechagny]

[What's a toaster]

Well - I am glad you can speak again, friend, and sadly I must agree - we are more imprisoned than ever before. But the others...have you seen anyone else on this floor? Surely not everyone ventured upstairs...

[News about a mole? As if he cares - Winslow's no mole in his eyes. It's his concern for the safety of the others that's got him so worried.]

[dieformymusic]

[No way could Raoul be a mole...at least he thinks so.]

I can't find anyone...we must be on our own.

[dechagny]

[Aw hell no, of course he's not - and he doesn't think Winslow could be a mole either. He'd rather burn this place down.]

So that means...everyone else is above us.

[He takes a moment to think. None of them are without food - there's the garden and tea room, the bakery, and the bar, but one of those things is definitely not like the others. And then the rules of the management...how will anyone be able to sleep without suffering some sort of punishment?]