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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THURSDAY

[stagemanagers]

Ballroom, OTA

[dechagny]

[Today, Raoul finds himself in the one place large enough to be relatively active - the ballroom. Why? Because damn it, he's bored and needs some sort of physical activity. He's knicked a few things from the storage closet that are generally a close enough length to serves as impromptu rapiers - toilet brushes, the poles of small brooms, long feather dusters, basically anything, and is...shadow fencing.

Hey, a Viscount partakes in several hobbies, and if he can't do a little pretend fencing while he's stuck here, he's going to get slow and tired far too quickly in the future. That just will not do!

If you fence, he would welcome a sparring partner - and if you don't, he'd be happy to teach you! Possibly through song, at that.]

[rockthistown]

[Hime hesitates at the door.] Are you fighting with a plunger?

[dechagny]

[...He is indeed fighting with a plunger. Raoul pauses, looking at it, then at Hime.]

For lack of more appropriate things? Yes.

[He should get some gloves and pop the rubber part off, it's throwing his balance for a loop.]

[dontfeedplants]

[Well this was certainly... strange. But hey, Seymour is curious enough to step into the ballroom to check on Raoul.]

Swordfighting?

[dechagny]

[Well look who it is! It's Seymour! Raoul pauses mid-step, handling the now rubber-free plunger stick with ease so it goes to rest under his arm. You are not supposed to do that with a real rapier, kids, remember that!]

Of a sort, yes! Given our circumstances, I prefer that I must make due. Would you like to join me?

[catliketread]

[The ballroom's nice, but the Pirate King doesn't have much use for it. He also can't sit still, which means that he's poking around and looking for people to talk to, but he doesn't interrupt Raoul at first. He watches from the doorway, and when Raoul pauses that's when he approaches.]

I should have expected such excellent swordsmanship from you! Would you care for a round or two?

[Might as well, right? It's a lot less lethal without actual swords!!]

[dechagny]

[Hm? Oh - it's the more tolerable pirate. Raoul pauses, then nods, gesturing to the small array of cleaning supplies he's commandeered for this.]

Thank you, sir - and I would appreciate an opponent. I suspect you also have had a fair amount of experience with a sword in your day.

[robitussin]

[Wandering around for a while in the hopes that she'll find something, anything that might help her get out of here, she comes across Raoul practicing in the ballroom. Before making her presence known, she stays silent to watch for a moment. She's seen this kind of thing in the movies, but she's never witnessed someone doing this in real life before.

She might even think that it looks kind of cool, if not for...]

Is that a toilet brush?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[The past few days, D-ne has been, mostly, keeping to herself. Interacting with people when it's impossible not to, but not really going out of her way to talk to others. During those times, though, she's possessed something akin to a calm. Yes, shy and stammering, but outwardly not as panicked about the situation as it probably calls for.

Today, she's...not that. More than anything, she's distracted. Throughout mealtime in the dining hall, she keeps having to take moments to just breathe, hand clenched around her spoon. Every so often, she glances at a clipboard in her lap. Every time she does, she tenses even more.

A creeping sense of worry seems to have taken over her, and D-ne spends the day trying to alleviate it. At some point, she digs through the costume shop, looking for something in the accessories very determinedly. Something like a red ribbon? It must be very specific, whatever it is, because she keeps picking a few up, comparing them, and then tossing them to the side, as if in disgust.]

Costume shop!

[sunshineprincess]

[This room has become one of Anna's favorite! There's so many different clothes in here and it was so much fun trying some of them on. She's even started sewing up a few things even if she's not that good at it. It's mostly little things like trying to make a doll.

So she steps into the room ready to keep working on it when she sees D-ne. What was she doing?]

... do you need help?

dining hall

[rockthistown]

[Hime hesitates with her plate of food. Slowly, holding her breath, she moves closer and sits... okay maybe three seats away just in case D-ne doesn't want to talk to her.]

Is that another clipboard like Astarte-san had?

dining hall

[trettende]

Is something wrong?

[ Ever the prince, Hans shows nothing but concern for her. He'd been milling around the dining hall hoping someone would cook something (not like royals can cook) but he can't exactly ignore someone who's so obviously in distress! Maybe a soft approach is best? He chuckles, a bit self-deprecating. ]

Besides, well, all of this, I mean?

costume shop

[robitussin]

Man, you must've lost something important.

[Which doesn't make much sense to Natalie, since it seems like she's looking for a ribbon... But to each their own, she guesses.]

What happened?

Dining Hall

[dechagny]

[It had been a day or two since Raoul promised he would tell D-ne what he had learned from the showrunner. He had been mulling it over, honestly, and also thinking about ways to bust open sealed doors with pianos too, because the answers he found were not ones he could bring himself to believe, and if he can't believe them, how would anyone else?

So when there's not too much traffic in the Dining Hall, Raoul approaches D-ne, rapping softly on the table to catch her attention.]

Miss D-ne? Might I have a word?

costume shop

[onthebusagain]

Don't like red? [Heather really likes this room. Being surrounded by clothes and accessories? It's almost like a mall! She can't really figure out why this girl is so set on throwing all the red ribbons aside like that. It's totally weird.]

Dining Hall

[breakingbread]

[Valjean is just going about his own morning business, but he certainly takes notice of her state somewhere between the kitchen and his seat.]

Are you alright, D-ne? [Aside from, well.]

[allicareabout]

[Well, we are currently on day four of Opera House Madness, no one's snapped and no one's escaped (to his knowledge), and those are both things to be commended for completely different and utterly opposing reasons. But you know what, even if we're all going to be useless in one direction or another, it's not like Billy's any real exception to that – he has a definite set of skills that aren't useful at all here, and he's not too interested in smashing himself against the shutters in hopes that something's going to give, either; he's a lawyer, not a battering ram, so for the duration it looks like the current state of affairs is going to be "deal."

And part of dealing is, apparently, going to be figuring out the utter fucking witchcraft that is the laundry room - there are the sinks and stuff, sure, but all of that is not something he's interested in doing by hand and besides, the other appliances in this place have been unbelievably weird but not altogether insurmountable. They're close enough to things back in Chicago that he can figure them out, anyway (stoves all work more or less the same whether they use flames or plates, stand mixers are apparently never going to change because somebody got them right the first time, and the less-clunky Frigidaire is a goddamn miracle of modern science) but the washing machine is kind of. Uh. "Disturbing" is probably the most apt word here. It's downright disturbing. Sort of in the way the blender is disturbing. It's all very made of "who does that" and "this is probably going to kill a man somehow," but you know what, this place doesn't seem inherently designed to kill anybody without anyone else deciding to have a say in the matter, so logically it follows that this should be workable if you're not a complete idiot.

Seeing as Billy is not, in fact, a complete idiot, he is determined to figure this out today, and by "figure this out" we mean he's got several outfits from the costume room sitting on top of the dryer, and he's going to be awkwardly shoving them into a washer for the sake of trial and error.

...Surely you didn't think he was going to be doing this with his own clothes, did you? See: not a complete idiot. If he's going to ruin clothes, they're not going to be his; shit's expensive, buddy.

And this is going to be where he spends the better part of the day – figuring out the utter joy that is the spin cycle and possibly ruining clothes that are not his; sorry if they end up being yours.

Otherwise, he can be found in Room 6; the door's open and he's got, like, a nearly impressive rubber-band ball with him? Because the storage room's got to be good for something, and creating something for the sake of spiking it off the walls and catching it again sounds like a decent idea right now, he doesn't even know.]

laundry room

[catliketread]

[The Pirate King is not fond of the laundry room. In fact, he finds it to be the creepiest room here and is absolutely not prepared to deal with the machines. But! He is here for Billy (he hasn't decided if you're the First or the Second) and it looks like Billy is actually. using. the machine.]

...Witchcraft...

[So apparently he's going to stage whisper that very loudly and then enter the room.]

Have you learned how to work these strange devices?

[...He's staying waaaaaay over here. Where the washing machine cannot possibly kill him.]

laundry

[rockthistown]

[Hime is hauling an armful of clothes to the washer, muttering things like "don't they have a drycleaner's or something" and "it's not like many of us had to do this at home." She stops short at seeing Billy at the washer already, almost turns to leave because she has heard horror stories about apartment laundry drama and it can't be any better when you've all been told to kill each other, but then freezes.

Her eyes are locked on the outfit he's putting into the washer.]

...Does that even match anything?

laundry room

[robitussin]

[She walks in towards the middle of the day with the clothes she's worn this week - a few outfits she's found in the costume shop that she didn't immediately find ridiculous. She looks at him long enough to realize he's having some troubles with this process.]

What's wrong, never seen a washer before?

[aflatouttahell]

[Jez makes her way into the music room today, looking through several of the instruments. She doesn't really know what to do with most of them, but they sure are fascinating! Sometimes she'll blow a little one or give a drum a tap or two.

Then she finally comes face to face with true horror: the laundry room. What is a laundry. Oh god. Well it seems like it is time to find out! ... by putting too much soap into one of the machines, apparently, oh dear god please stop her???]

laundry room

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Why do so many people here not know how to do their laundry. D-ne's washing her school uniform, wearing a simple dress in the meantime.]

...y- you're- [Speak up, D-ne.] You're making a big mistake.

Costume Room, +1 Dressing Room Bathroom for any ladies

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[Darla's already sick of waiting for Max. It's been almost a week and this whole being kidnapped thing is dandy, but she's getting bored.

In the morning, she spends a distinct amount of time in the bathroom by her bedroom trying to fix her pin curls. You can only sleep on them for so long before they start to fall... So far, it's not really working out.

Later on in the day, she's digging through the dressing room to find more clothes for herself and really just creating a pile of pink fabric with some purple thrown in for flavor.]

Bathroom!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Communal bathrooms are probably the worst. D-ne's been spending as little time in them as possible, not really doing her hair or anything. However, the sight of the small girl (a child here, so strange) at the mirror puzzles her.]

You are...? Ah, what are you trying to do?