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.]

Comments

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?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She looks up suddenly, though she doesn't look surprised. Strange.]

Raoul-san. Y-yes, of course. What...is it that I can help you with?

[dechagny]

[He's gonna just draw up a chair and sit down, so he's not like, lording over her or anything. That'd be rude.]

I inquired about my...injury, to the Balladeer. I thought you might want to know what he told me, because frankly I find it suspect.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[That gets her to sit straighter and at full attention. She leans in so he can drop his voice, if he needs or wants to.]

Yes, of course- what...is it that he said?

[dechagny]

[He will, with that reaction - if she'd like to keep it private for now, that's fine with him.]

He claims his management found us exactly how we awoke here - any injuries, any missing possessions, they were as is. [He glances to the corners of the walls, where he knows these weird camera boxes are watching.] I cannot bring myself to believe him.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[D-ne's brow furrows and she frowns in thought.] Is that...so...? Yes, I don't think I believe him either. There's no way I would've... [Her eyes appear distant, but it lasts for only a moment.] I believe more visits will be required. Maybe then, you could...we could somehow discern his true character.

[dechagny]

["I would've" what? Raoul opens his mouth as if to ask, but remembers - a lady has a right to privacy. He won't bother you about it now, then. As for your other suggestion...]

I am going to have to think of reasons to visit him - or we shall, as a group, I suppose. He is surprisingly lax about his position - I thought, surely he would have some sort of protection if we were to meet with him, given how none of us are happy with our situation, but he has very little in his office and just...invites you in when you knock.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Is that so...? He lacks self-preservation... Or, no. He's protected by the rules, remember? He'd have no reason to fear us, because if we lash out, something horrible will undoubtedly happen to the ones who do.

[So she says, thoughtfully, calculating.]

Actually-

[She flips over her clipboard - whatever's written on it is in Japanese, so she's not too worried about him seeing - and tears off the first page. She folds it and puts it in her pocket and then starts to write, covering it with her other hand as she does. ...Apparently this translates fine- oh murdergame rules.]

He or his employers must be watching us right now. We would do well to talk of things like this discretely.
I have spoken with Pirate King-san about our showrunner. According to him, the Balladeer is surprisingly affable, so it's possible you wouldn't have to enter on any false pretense other than company.
If he said anything that piqued your interest in your last visit, following up on that?

[dechagny]

It certainly would not stop the desperate from trying-

[Ah, what now? Raoul reads, nodding every couple of lines, and then holds a hand out.] Might I...?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She sets down her pencil and nods.] Go right ahead.

[dechagny]

Thank you very much.

[And he writes, in neat print that's a bit too used to being script, but print nonetheless:]

Agreed. We should be careful. But I am still confused as to how they can watch us from boxes.
And I suppose if it was his company I'd like to keep, then it might work.
The technologies of this place are still very mysterious to me. That could be a good reason.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Well, she will respond under that:]

I assume they have cameras. Do you know what they are, Raoul-san? They are devices that can be easily hidden and can watch many people at once.
Perhaps you can ask him about them. Not directly of course, but see if you can trip him up. Maybe he's the sort where if you get him talking, he'll tell you more than you mean to.
Be observant.

[dechagny]

The only cameras I am familiar with produce photographs, not surveillance.
I suppose a better understanding of the mechanics would not be amiss, as well as any other sort of information, of course.
I do wish there was a way to record the things HE says as he says them, but I doubt he would not find taking notes to be suspicious.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

If someone could only get a recording device from the merchandise booth.
We'll have to make due. Is your memory a good one? You'll have to make an attempt at least.
And I suppose I could try too, though I'm nowhere near as experienced with engaging in casual conversation. There are a few things I can question him about.

[dechagny]

It is nothing worth bragging about, but I can certainly try to retain as much as possible. I am already learning a lot at a rapid pace.

[The future stuff, he's talking about all the future stuff.]

What sort of things were you thinking of asking him?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

That at least is a relief. We can between the two of us learn a lot. Maybe others can get involved as well.

[You are a champ, Raoul, a genuine champ.]

I was simply going to ask him about our comfort here. What he's willing to provide, what he's able to.

[dechagny]

[He's trying. Also oh, okay, back to talking.]

Oh, I see. Is there anything in particular you think we will be in need of?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[you know i didn't mean to make that part talking but it works so let's roll with it]

Just a step up from basic care. Lotions if people have poor skin. Some...hygiene assistance for the young ladies here. [An embarrassed smile.] Those sorts of things.

[dechagny]

Oh, erm, yes - [He clears his throat.] Completely understandable. No need to go any further in that regard.

[Thank goodness he doesn't actually know what hygiene assistance ladies tend to need.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Oh Raoul, bless you.]

Yes, so...maybe together we can have some wonderful conversations with our captor, hm?

[dechagny]

[He is nothing if not polite]

Yes, perhaps they will prove fruitful.