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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FRIDAY

[stagemanagers]

[rockthistown]

[Hime has had quite enough. On the wall beside the entrance to the women's washroom, you'll find a piece of paper taped up with storage room duct tape:]

WHOEVER RUNS THIS PLACE IS A PERVERT
(because we don't have our own showers)
It's hard to shower and keep an eye on your stuff at the same time in here! It could get stolen if you leave it outside the stall, but nobody wants to run to their rooms in towels with everyone else in the hall.
WRITE SUGGESTIONS BELOW

[She hasn't signed it, but you might have seen her grumbling in soaking wet clothes this morning.

Today, she's going to try out the music room and... attempt every instrument in there. She puts them all down as soon as the first terrible note comes out, though, and quickly ends up with a pile in front of her.]

Why don't these come with any instructions!?

music room!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[All day, D-ne's been vigilant, as if she's expecting someone to pop up behind her and attack. That's why as she walks by the music room, fully intending to stroll past instead of making a detour, Hime's shout causes her to startle more than she usually would, and it draws her attention.

Thankfully, it's just the frustrated girl, but this means she can't help but watch from the doorway.

Hime's a little nervous about her. It would be good and right to leave her be, but...]

A- are you...trying to learn to play something?

[rockthistown]

[Hime jumps, startled, and drops the violin bow. Sheepishly, she picks it up and looks over.]

I can't get the hang of anything.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She waits a moment, and then enters the room gingerly.]

Hime-san... How long did you try at east instrument?

[onthebusagain]

[Friday brings Heather to a breaking point in her teen angst bullshit. Sick of being lonely and in mild despair since her discovery of the reality of their situation, she gets up Friday morning and marches straight to the Costume Shop, makeup kit in hand. Here she sets up shop, behind a makeshift sign that proclaims 'Free Makeovers!' in looping print, a heart the dot on the exclamation point.

Later in the afternoon, she can be found in the kitchen. Okay, so maybe not everyone loves makeovers. But cookies! Everyone loves cookies! She can be found diligently working away at cookie batter, or maybe after the cookies are done. Careful. They're rock hard.]

costume shop

[rockthistown]

[Hime just lights up at the sign.] You're doing this for everyone? I'm sure people will be happy!

[onthebusagain]

I was trying to think of ways to cheer up everyone, and bam, it like, hit me! Makeovers! Everyone loves makeovers! [She's excited someone else thinks it's a good idea!! For a blue haired kid, Hime's growing on her. ]

[rockthistown]

You're right! Even people who are worried about it just don't think they can pull it off, right?

Costume Shop, He probably needs a makeover

[dontfeedplants]

[So Seymour doesn't go in here often but he might as well get some new outfits if they're just being offered for free and-oh god a person.]

Um... you like doing makeovers?

[onthebusagain]

[She's eyeing him like he's a slab of meat. He could definitely use a makeover. She gives a nod, at his question.] There's something about taking someone, and turning them into something completely new, and great, don't you think?

[dontfeedplants]

[Oh god he's feeling so judged.]

I guess? I haven't really thought about that before.

Kitchen

[solomonjihad]

[Hi, there's someone hovering over the cookies, and...

???]

Did...you make these?

[onthebusagain]

I did! [She sounds so proud of herself. Will you break it to her?]

[solomonjihad]

.......May I try one?

[THAT.....that is a good question. They...they look all right...]

kitchen

[trettende]

[ Given the fact that Hans can't cook to save his life, just seeing somebody in the kitchen is enough to catch his attention. Maybe he can learn?? He might be thirteenth but he's still a prince, this kind of stuff was beneath him before. ]

Ooh, what are you making?

[onthebusagain]

[Heather is bad at this- she spent most of home ex flirting, and she's currently fishing eggshell out of the dough. She's confident though, and quick to smile. ] I'm baking cookies! I thought it would be a nice gesture. [She's going off of memory, too. This can't go well.

[trettende]

[ Confidence is all that matters, right? ]

That's a lovely idea. Would you like some help?

[ Princes can't be choosy, maybe he can get some warm food out of this deal. ]

[irreprochable]

[no one has been murdered yet, which seems as good a sign as any but now...now Javert is starting to feel restless. protecting people gave the law purpose, but he had no grand delusions that his poking around had stopped any murders from being committed. in fact, even with pirates in attendance here, nothing bad seems to have happened at all.

and if nothing bad happened...if the law was not broken, what purpose did The Law have? so he's been moping about for the better part of the morning, in the music room. if you're lucky, you might catch him singing, with perfect rhythm and precision with plenty of melancholy]

Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

Who is this man I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now
In a world where I
Have no crime to stop
And nothing to believe in
But somehow
I will show this world
What's inside the law
And bring justice to them all

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...

[all she wanted to do was check out the piano what's she supposed to do with an old man singing a mournful self-analysis]

A- ...ah... Sir...?

[irreprochable]

[he's not startled, per se, to hear her. but he stops playing and singing and turns to look at her, meeting her gaze and then looking away.]

Yes, Madame? How can Javert be of assistance?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[...Well she's never heard an adult man using third-person pronouns before and she wasn't really sure they were even a thing outside Japan but okay?

and now, to her absolute horror, D-ne has to engage in conversation]

Uh. I-I simply... was wondering... What's inspired your, um...reflection?

[...talking to people sucks 0/10]

[breakingbread]

[Valjean spends some time in the morning walking from room to room, as has become his habit. He settles in the dining hall eventually, but not to eat. Rather, he's down on the far end of the room, by the end of that long table that no one really uses since it's weird and totally inconvenient. It seems he's talked to the Balladeer as well lately; after all, that cross he's affixing to the wall isn't something that was just lying around the storage closet. He makes a little area for it, not entirely inconspicuous, but out of anyone's way. Once he's satisfied, he goes out and comes back with his breakfast. Perhaps some others will get some use out of that, too.

Later in the day, he'll also be hanging around the ballroom, looking up at the chandeliers and running his fingers thoughtfully over the keys of the grand piano. It's just a few random notes - he clearly doesn't know how to play.]

dining hall

[aflatouttahell]

[I mean she needs to meet French Jesus eventually, right? AND WHAT BETTER TIME THAN WHEN HE IS BEING A CHRISTIAN IN PUBLIC...]

Now that's something I didn't think I'd see here.

[Her tone isn't disapproving at all, just a "huh" sort of statement. Maybe a little positive, if anything?]

[breakingbread]

[ahahahahaha jesus christ]

I...hope it won't bother you? [He's not sure how that works, and is a little awkward, if not outright apologetic.] I usually prefer to pray in private, but I thought that some others might take comfort from this.