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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TUESDAY

[stagemanagers]

[Today, each performer will find a small box of stage make-up sitting in front of their door. It's full of heavy foundation, bright lipsticks, even brighter eyeshadow- listen, the showrunner never promised it'd be good make-up.]

[rockthistown]

[Well, someone's putting the makeup to good(?) use; Hime comes out of her room with pastel eyeshadow, lipstick, and blush, looking like a private-school kid's first experiment with makeup outside of dress code regulations. She's pilfered a pale pink dress from the costume shop and made sure absolutely everything matches. If she's going to be stuck here, she's going to do it looking cute. Or something.

Still, though, she looks wary and shaky as she has been since they got here. The morning is spent inspecting the lobby, with most of her time pressing her back against the walls just in case someone decides to try and get out. ...this is making trying to jiggle the doorknob and inspect the lock look like some kind of contortionist act.

After that failure, anyone would start getting hungry. In the kitchen just before lunchtime, she takes a deep breath, rolls up her sleeves, and starts peeling potatoes choppily and messily.]

How did Yuuko do this without cutting herself all the time? [She bandages her hand and washes the peeler for the fifth time.] Maybe that song of hers would help...

[Later, Hime can be found appraising everything in the costume shop again. Anything that could possibly be found in her size will be checked against her, and she's commandeered one of the dining carts to amass a pile of clothes.]

costume shop

[catliketread]

Aha, it seems you've had a similar idea!

[Hey, Hime. The Pirate King just sort of barged in here to look for more clothes (because what the fuck is a laundry machine, it's witchcraft (probably), and he takes note of the pile of clothes she's already gathered.]

An even more brilliant idea than my own, actually. Perhaps I should have commandeered a cart of my own.

Lobby

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow decided to make a job of looking around again as well when he sees...that happening.

She's not so outlandish, honestly. Compared to acts like Beef and the Juicy Fruits she's almost downright normal. It's just what she's doing is so strange.

Winslow scrawls out 'You'll hurt yourself doing that' before letting it clatter to the floor.]

lobby

[onthebusagain]

[Heather's wandering through the lobby, looking for something to do, when she sees it! It being Hime, and more specifically, Hime's makeup. Heather stops dead in her tracks, letting out a dramatic gasp.]

You used the makeup!

Kitchen

[breakingbread]

[My god, child, what has happened to your face

Valjean is too polite to say anything about the horrifying way that makeup would be interpreted in 1832 - it's obvious everyone here is used to very different norms, and anyway her hair was blue to begin with. The potato thing is probably more concerning.]

Have you ever peeled potatoes before?

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour managed to be more-or-less okay with this situation almost shockingly fast. Sure, he was locked in a building with complete strangers, but they did, for the most part, all seem pretty nice. Definitely nice enough not to kill someone at least. And since Twoey will seemingly be okay there's no harm in seeing this as a vacation, right?

He barely slept at all last night but hey, that's still more-or-less okay for him.

He's going to spend most of today in the kitchen, deciding that if there aren't any plants in this building, he was going to try his hardest to grow some himself. Expect a lot of these in water glasses in the kitchen.]

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna thought it was a strange sight seeing glasses lined up with pits in them when she walks into the kitchen.]

Uhm...

[She nervously laughs as she looks over at Seymour.]

So... what is this?

[dieformymusic]

[There is the strange boy, doing strange things again. Winslow should question why Seymour does these things, but after being around him for more than a couple minutes, he doesn't think he should.

Rather he peers into one of the glasses, getting an eyeful of whatever is in there.

Also hi, Seymour.]

[rockthistown]

...Are you doing a science experiment?

[robitussin]

[She picks up one of the glasses carefully, looking at it curiously before glancing over to him.]

Did you do this?

[solomonjihad]

[After her conversation with Anna, Astarte's been thinking. They should really figure out the whole "where is Pluto" aspect of this situation, and so when she leaves her room, she goes to look for a clipboard in the storage room. Whenever she finally does, she makes it her mission to seek out everyone she can, with a single question.]

Hi. What year is it?

[The voice in her head has been quiet, but of course it doesn't mean it isn't there. Sometimes, she can hear it breathe. Sometimes she might look uncomfortable. But surely no one will ask if she's ok, right? Because she's fine!]

[dontfeedplants]

Isn't it 1960?

[Seymour seems to have forgotten his own conversation with Anna. (Or, more accurately, is still not entirely sure whether Anna is telling the truth or not.) So he seems really confused by this question.]

[onthebusagain]

What kind of a question is that? [You are all so weird with this time stuff. Still, she's willing to temporarily put aside that fact.]

It's 1988!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Um wow, okay.

D-ne's eating in the dining room, by herself, and she simply stares at Astarte for a few moments, processing the question.]

It's...2009.

[allicareabout]

[Oh, that's...well. It's something.]

1924, kid, and it's going to be that way for the better part of the year.

[He'll glance over to the clipboard while he answers, though he isn't going to make a thing out of it and he isn't going to get in her face about it, either. Just from a distance, you know?]

You getting any interesting answers so far?

[irreprochable]

It was 1832.

[that shouldn't sound like a question, but it almost does. Javert is uncertain, in such a simple truth. But everything about this place was so unfamiliar, and even if he's gotten the secret of how to work flashlights out, it's still..highly disconcerting.]

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

1939, fall. Why?

[She hasn't really thought of asking other people here, but then again Darla isn't worried about that sort of thing}

[breakingbread]

1832, as I recall. Though things are clearly different here.

[He wonders what Javert said?]

What year was it, before you came here?

Costume Shop, OTA + 1 private prompt (cw: strangulation), first come first serve

[dechagny]

[Uh...thanks for the makeup? Raoul has no need of this, of course, so when he finds it in front of his door, he decides to drop it off in the Costume Shop in case anyone else might like it - and then, decides to stick around for a bit. He really does need a new outfit to wear. Hell, he might as well stock up on a small wardrobe. Why not? Let their oh-so-magnanimous captors pick up his laundry tab.

(No one has, in fact, informed Raoul that he will have to clean his own clothes. You uh. Might want to.)

For a bit, you'll find him going through the men's clothes options, making very thoughtful choices for what he decides to pull out for his own use. Most of the clothes, however, get a sneer.] Eugh. I know it is a costume shop, but these are particularly unsightly. Who would choose to wear this?!

[However, for one person, you'll find Raoul somewhat different. He's taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt to try something that might not be too bad, but he's stopped, and is carefully probing his throat whilst looking in a mirror. Though a couple of days old, there are clearly bruises from something that had been around his neck - and he does not look pleased at all. In fact, it seems to be more of a restrained distress.]

Strangulation fun!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[More clothes... Looks like Raoul's not the only one thinking that. D-ne enters the room and upon seeing someone else is there instinctively bows her head and annnounces her presence.]

Excuse me, I'll only be...o-oh my... [Yeah she catches sight of those bruises.] Already, someone is...?

OTA

[dieformymusic]

[With the clipboard thanks to the Balladeer communication is much easier now, yet nonetheless he feels a loss for his voice and face. He wasn't sure if anyone could truly fix his situation unless he escaped or faced the showrunner personally. And it looked like the showrunner wasn't going to appear any time soon. Not if anyone was planning to kill anyone. He wasn't making any plans for murder. He may be an edgy, occasionally rage-filled person, but Winslow didn't feel himself a murderer.

He spent the first day keeping to himself. It's only when he spied the makeup box outside his door he dared to pick it up. What in the world...it was an enigmatic gesture on part of the showrunner. But nonetheless, perhaps Winslow can liven up his only visible eye with a dab of eyeliner. Make his face look somewhat more presentable as he ventures outside like a silent bird of prey once more.

Later in the day, he's over in the storage closet. Winslow is keeping inventory, looking over each item to see if they have an possible use in escape. There's matches, but no gasoline or anything to start a big enough fire like he discussed with Raoul. He would have to keep going over these items, formulating ideas. Care to be the one to sneak up on him for once?]

[allicareabout]

[Okay. So.

This entire place is a mess but you know what, since apparently that guy with the other Billy's face isn't screwing around, there's not too much point in balking about it and entirely too much point in figuring out what's going to be useful around here and what is not.

The storage cabinet seems like as good a place as any to start, if for no better reason than somebody should probably figure out exactly how long this stuff is going to last in an emergency and while he'd prefer to leave that to somebody else, he'd also prefer to not die due to something idiotic. So, inventory it is, albeit an informal one that's mostly a mental tally of what's most likely to be messed with in some sort of heroically stupid way or another.

...Yeah, this goes about as well as one would expect given that he's from 1924. Duct tape is...new but more or less self-explanatory upon closer inspection, in the form of ripping off a length of it just to see how good it is at its job (very good, actually); the batteries aren't exactly foreign but they're decidedly smaller and don't appear to be zinc-carbon, so that's a thing that's happening and he'll kind of turn over a packet of the little ones before setting them aside to take with and figure out where exactly they're supposed to go; the WD-40 is...]

And what are you supposed to be.

[That is the flattest thing in the world, uttered while he's turning a can of it over in his hands to try to find some sort of instructions because he's not a damn idiot but what the hell are these and why are they here.

...It's going to be a long stay.

Otherwise, he can be found in the kitchen, trying to find something that he trusts to not kill him (something easy and nonperishable, really, those are probably least likely to be tampered with? who the hell knows, though, with a lot of the things in here) and otherwise sifting through the clothes in the costume room - thankfully the things in here aren't all gaudy messes; a lot of it actually looks weirdly presentable, as far as he's concerned, though that's likely a product of the times than anything. Sizing is an adventure but self-explanatory enough; none of this is going to be properly tailored and that's going to be annoying – and, indeed, he is at least slightly irritated before he glances over to the sewing machines, at which point something seems to click.]

Well, here's hoping somebody's acceptable with those.

[aflatouttahell]

[Jezebel likes the idea of the costume shop a lot, actually! She's going to spend a lot of time going through it, finding a lot of purple things that fit her and checking through them. Specifically purple. Girl has a color. But there's a particular focus on warmer stuff, because like... it's a little cooler here than she's used to!

Or later, she can be found in the kitchen, taking ingredients out and sort of... staring at them. It's not that she can't eat, of course, or even that she doesn't need to, but she hasn't prepared her own food before and even then it's been... Hell Food. Which sometimes isn't different except it glows a little, but. It might look weird, to a bystander.]

[breakingbread]

[He's tried for a few days to find a way out, but that's obviously not going to work. It's time to prepare for whatever might happen.

Valjean will be in the storage room for much of the morning. He appears to be sorting through the boxes, taking down notes on everything available there, and pushing the more useful items to the front. The military rations, matches, tool sets, and blankets appear of particular interest. In the end, he takes a few of the rations with him, but leaves the vast majority of it, as well as the list sitting on one of the shelves by the door.

When that's done, he'll go back to the kitchen to have some breakfast. The appliances are of interest, but he doesn't entirely trust himself in using them, and anyway he's only a middling chef. He'll just have some simple toast.

Hopefully Javert will not find him eating bread.

Sometime in the afternoon, he'll also be hanging around the costume room, apparently scouting out some new clothes. A lot of this is strange, but there's enough things he recognizes. Finding things in his size might be slightly more difficult - he's not what he was, but he's still a fairly large man.]