week 1

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 1

[With the introduction of their showrunner and a brief run through of what they're in for in their time in the Opera House out of the way, the performers are free to explore the first floor of the opera house at their leisure then and for the rest of the week that lies ahead. The double doors leading to the kitchen will be unlocked at 7 am and locked at 10 pm for intermission. Performers are free to prepare meals for themselves and others at any time outside of intermission.

The Merchandise Booth will also be open for business after the first day as some of the performers may find envelopes with their names on it taped to their doors in the morning.

If performers wish to have private conversations with their showrunner, The Balladeer, just step up to the box office and see if he's in.

Enjoy your week, everyone.]


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[ooc: This is the last mod post for the week for us! Feel free to start depositing coins in the merch booth if any of your threads have reached that length, so long as they're not with the Balladeer. Remember, song threads mean double coins! There will be no murder this first week so gain all the CR you can while it lasts, darlings.]

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MONDAY

[stagemanagers]

OTA

[solomonjihad]

[...Well...best to explore. All throughout the day, Astarte can be found in the various places on the first floor. In the music room, looking at all of the strange musical instruments and trying them out (and...failing). In the ballroom, trying to pry open the windows. In the costume shop, looking for clothing that isn't what she's wearing. In the kitchen, trying to make food.

All the while, she looks. There has to be an opening, right? There just has to be. An opening...outside? Or somewhere else? Something else? She...shakes her head. What is she thinking?

Maybe its not you...]

music room

[rockthistown]

There's enough for a whole orchestra in here! What are you trying to play?

[solomonjihad]

Mm...this instrument. Michiru Kaiou's instrument.

[AND IT GOES A LITTLE SOMETHING LIKE THIS]

ballroom

[catliketread]

It truly is stuck, isn't it?

[The Pirate King's been trying to get one of the other windows open for awhile now and he's only just now sat down to take a break.]

Re: ballroom

[solomonjihad]

[Astarte's response is to stumble back and land on her back, after one, final, hard pull.

...]

It...looks like it.

[Drat...]

music room

[robitussin]

[Natalie watches for a while as Astarte attempts to play the piano, finally speaking up after several moments.]

You've never played before, have you?

[solomonjihad]

...No.

[How can you tell]

OTA

[sunshineprincess]

[After that mess with the Showrunner, Anna needs a mental break. Everything was a mess and she just wants to find something fun to do. She somehow winds up in the music room. The piano seems nice enough to tinker around with. She knows there was one in Arendelle, so Anna does her best to play a song on it. Yes, it sounds awfully out of tune since it's been a while. Singing was more her forte.

The kitchen is another one of her stops. The future is so fascinating. She's never seen anything like this back home! This was all so futuristic that she has no idea what any of this does. She can be seen playing with the mixer, giggling in delight as the beaters turn. The stove is another target of curiosity. She doesn't know what it does until the plates start glowing red... and she lightly burns her fingers trying to figure out why. Ow. Otherwise she's found the candies and happily munches away on them.]

This place is amazing!

kitchen

[rockthistown]

[Hime's eyes sparkle when she notices the wrappers. She wanders over and hesitates.]

Are those honey candies?

[sunshineprincess]

[She blinks and looks down at her little mountain of wrappers.]

It's a lot of different ones. I found chocolate, fruit ones, and some honey. They're all wrapped the same so you don't know what you get till you open it!

[She holds out a handful.] Wanna try some?

[solomonjihad]

It is?

[Its a kitchen?...]

Why?

[sunshineprincess]

[She nods.]

The kitchens like this aren't something we have back home.

[robitussin]

...You sure it's a good idea to eat those?

[She tries her best not to sound concerned, but there's a bit of worry easing into her tone.]

Kitchen

[breakingbread]

[You know, it does Valjean a bit of good to see other people as interested in the new machines as him. One does have to wonder why they would give them to a bunch of largely unfamiliar people at all - could they be dangerous if used improperly? - but on the whole the appliances have mostly been interesting to mess with.]

It is, isn't it? I could never have imagined such a thing.

Kitchen, OTA

[dechagny]

[Alright, so. There's no official way out of here, save for murder, which Raoul sees no reason to stoop to. An "unofficial" way out would require more force and technique than he could figure out alone. Clearly he must think of a way for he and his fellow captives to escape!

...Well, he would be, but it just so happens that, after a distressing day of revelations, the Viscount would very much like a meal. An army marches on its stomach, and all that. So he's in the kitchen, a bit confused by the very miraculous-looking devices and a bit wary of the fresh food in the (admittedly cool) electric ice box. After all, who knows what the Balladeer's mysterious manager has had put in this stuff?

He's currently rummaging around the cabinets looking for something he doesn't have to cook, but so far he's found boxed macaroni and cheese, cans of soup, and other things that require the use of the foreign stovetop.

Someone help him. Raoul has never cooked a day in his life.]

Kitchen

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[Listen, Darla is small and survives mostly on sugar but Max isn't here and she wants food.

She doesn't know how to cook but she knows how to make sandwiches and easy stuff. She also knows how to whine. Piece o' cake.]

Hey, You!

[She knows you!]

Are you gonna cook somethin'?

music room, ota

[robitussin]

[Given how stressful this situation is, the lack of good answers or solutions, and the task they're apparently expected to perform... It's no wonder Natalie seeks out the music room first. It's always been a place she could go to escape from things that were troubling her.

Before long after finding the room, a melody starts coming from inside the room. It's played very well, almost perfectly. She won't stop if anyone comes in, but she will glance up from the keys for a moment to look at them before turning her attention back to the piano.]

What is it?

[catliketread]

[The Pirate King wasn't expecting anyone to be playing the piano, so when he comes in to check it out it's accompanied with applause.]

You're a very skilled pianist! I haven't heard piano work quite this exceptional before!

[rockthistown]

[Hime freezes at the door and ducks back behind it. She counts to three and slowly peeks her head out again.]

I didn't mean to bother you, your piano is very nice!

OTA

[irreprochable]

[It's incredible how time passes. When The Law is busy trying to figure out solutions and trying to figure out who is going to murder first (because, truly, in the eyes of The Law it is a question of when and not if), searching around every nook and cranny for interesting things.

The Law may have forgotten to eat dinner. Not lunch, mind you, but it's somewhere around 10 pm and Javert has only just remembered that he should probably actually...eat. So cue Javert attempting to enter the kitchen after 10 pm which is to say, he can't.

The Law will go hungry this Monday night.]

So it seems they were serious about intermission.

[breakingbread]

[Well gosh, guess who's just now leaving the storage closet with some candles and matches.

Valjean hesitates slightly upon seeing Javert, but...well, what is he going to do? Creep around this new prison in fear of meeting one of his fellow inmates? He can't get all that much more arrested, here and now, and Javert is between him and the way back towards the dressing rooms.]

Good evening, Inspector. [That kitchen door sure does look locked, what's he up to]

OTA

[trettende]

[ Spurned by Anna and trapped in an Opera house from hell, Hans has taken his sorrows and frustrations to the music room. He's seated on the piano, playing himself a tune for his sadness, as one is wont to do. Feel free to comment on his sad, sad song... ]

Did I abuse her
Or show her disdain?
Why can't she remember me?
If I should lose her,
How shall I regain,
The heart she has won from me?

Agony!
Beyond power of speech,
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach...

[ He sighs, letting his hands rest on the keys. Still not Sondheim enough, but he's trying. ]

[robitussin]

[she's not far from the music room other than when she sleeps and the times she's exploring the other areas of this building, so it's no surprise she hears him as she comes into the room this time.]

Ooh. Trouble in... This clearly isn't paradise, so that doesn't work, but you catch my drift.

[she is clearly a helper.]

[irreprochable]

I don't mean to interrupt.

[yes he does. that's why he's interrupting. standing at the door, but at least he waits to the end of that particular verse.]

I take it you have spoken with the Princess.