week 3

[stagemanagers]

[Two weeks in this place, and two of your number have finally fallen to the machinations of the Phantom. Jonny D’ville and Sigyn are both gone now, and those who survive have been shaken by a number of revelations. Can you go back to the peace you had before?

Though some of you may have corresponded with him, there have been no appearances or announcements from the Phantom since the execution. Nonetheless, things are different on Sunday. For one, you wake up with memories you didn’t possess before. Were they dreams? Were they real? Only you can say.

For another, well…the locked front doors in the lobby have creaked open. You may now venture out onto the grounds. Will you find an escape there? Or is it simply going to be more of the same? Only time will tell.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( Welcome to Week 3! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! These will now be rolled on Sunday and Wednesday. The Phantom’s inbox remains open as well. ))

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THURSDAY

[stagemanagers]

[superbeliever]

[Richard's mildly glum mood from earlier in the week is GONE. Completely vaporized by the fiery breath of one very small dragon.

In the morning you can find him in the kitchen, cutting up an apple into tiny pieces and grinning in delight as Tad Cooper snaps the pieces up out of his fingers.]

Yes, eat up, Tad Cooper! You're going to grow big and strong and break us all out of here, aren't you?

[Shortly after that he carries Tad Cooper outside in a pouch and heads to the barn to visit his other animal friend, Horf the Magic Stallion. He has more apples, although these ones don't need to be cut up, obviously.]

Hello friend! Guess who brought you treats!

[He pets the horse's silky nose with one hand, while the horse lips the apple from his other palm.]

Yes you're just a big friendly fella, aren't you? You're just the sweetest guy.

[After treats have been given to the animals, he goes to the fountain and sits on the edge of it with Tad Cooper in his lap, fingers gently petting the dragon's bumpy skin.]

Hey little fella, you know what I've been thinkin?
I think we're gonna pull through, just wait and see...

kitchen

[isawallflower]

[ Goooood morning, time to get a nice breakfast and have her normal workou-- ]


Eeeexcuse me, is that a dragon?!

[ She tried to keep chill and cool. She really did. ]

kitchen

[bloodycape]

[Starting the day right, as a growing child should! But her interest in breakfast is cast aside when she sees Tad Cooper.]

Is that your dragon?!

[She is Absolutely Delighted.]

[likemypicture]

[Anne had come to check out the plants-- but the song going on at the fountain is too heartwarming to resist spying on. She listens to Richard's little song, keeping her distance-- then sweeps in dramatically.]

Dear cousin, what is that spectacular little creature?

kitchen

[etincelledefierte]

[Claudine came in the kitchen to make tea, but she can't help but smile at Richard feeding the little dragon.]

Awww, what a cute little friend!

[As long as it's not a mole or a giraffe, she's absolutely fine with animals.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

[On Thursday, Christine spends most of her time in the graveyard, searching the graves, looking for anything that might look off. She keeps imagining she'll push on a headstone and one of the mausoleums will open up, some deep dark tunnel that'd lead right to the Phantom...

It's a pretty dumb idea, but it's all she's really got at the moment.

Even if she can't find anything during the day, though, she can't help but feel there is something off about the whole place. And she's heard enough ghost stories from her grandparents to get just a little curious.

So all teens and anyone Christine trusts not to narc on them to the adults (that's the word, right, Jeremy?) gets a note slid under their door in that sparkly orange ink:

Meet me in the graveyard after lights out.
I want to try something. I don't know if it'll actually work, but it may help us rest a little easier and know our friends are at peace.

-Christine

Christine will be seated on a blanket she's stolen from the spare room, spread out over the ground with a few candles weighing down the corners. In the middle of the sheet is what appears to be a crude reconstruction of a Ouija board, with each letter painstakingly traced out in purple gel pen on a piece of pink construction paper. It... kind of looks like this one, actually.

Christine has looted the costume room for a shawl that either makes her look like a mysterious psychic or a haggard grandmother.]

Welcome, friends! Ready for our journey to the spirit realm? [She wiggles her fingers and makes an 'ooooh' sound, like. A ghost, apparently.]

[isawallflower]

I just want it on the record that they only reason I'm here is to make sure no one accidentally like. Opens a portal to hell, or something.

[ Might as well put a sign on her that says No Fun Brigade. ]

1/2

[beejfq]

[So after (gestures vaguely) all that and getting punched in the face by the second most handsome demon in the Opera House, BJ climbs to his feet in front of one of the angel statues and wipes the dust off his striped suit.]

Shit, I got to caught up in the euphoria of human interaction I forgot the most important thing- my intro song!

Hey, kids! Begging your pardon!
'Scuse me! Sorry to drop in!
Now let's skip the jeers and start on the whole
Y'know, "murdergame" thing

You're doomed! Enjoy the singing
The sword of Damocles is swinging-

[holyspit]

[And after all that everything- probably not that long after Nana, actually, because what is time- here's Steven with a couple large thermoses, a bag of marshmallows, and an armful of tacky mugs.]

Hey guys, hope I'm not too late. I brought coffee and cocoa for everyone!

[37773972]

[Thursday morning, bright and early, Stephen is joined by Riley in the dance studio.

...he's. Also wearing a cheerleading outfit. And a dancer's belt, ok.]

I can't believe you talked me in to this.

[AS SOON AS THEY'RE DONE WORKING OUT, THOUGH, he's doing his damned best to get back to his room without being seen. He needs a shower, anyway, and will be changing in to different clothing for the rest of the day. Mostly he'll be walking along the outer wall, taking some more notes, doing some (minor) investigation of where the best place to try an escape route would be.]

Rooms

[heathencall]

[Mephisto is just "waking" up and greeting the day and.

Yeah no. Sometimes you gotta look inside yourself and say, 'what am I willing to put up with today?' not fuckin' this.

Back to his room he goes.]

dance studio

[isawallflower]

[ Riley is just. The picture of happiness, right now. ]

Heeyy, if I can't wear mine, one of us should rep the Tiger spirit~!! [ :> ]

[heathencall]

[Thursday is going to be an excellent day with nothing awful happening at all.

That isn't exactly what Mephisto's thinking, because he's far from optimistic, but at least he seems to be in better spirits than he was the morning prior. He's off to take his batch of weird coins to the merchandise booth, prepared to scrape up whatever junk there is to offer.

It goes well enough at first. A few useless trinkets and a few more objects fall out in relatively even fashion. Then it stops up, far too soon considering how many coins he's put in. He raps his knuckles against metal panels once, then twice, then --

A cacopheny of brass scraping is Mephisto's only warning. He opens his mouth to -- but he doesn't even have the chance to think of what he's going to say. A tidal wave of trombones takes him, knocking him to his feet and burying him beneath a pile of brass 76 instruments strong. The rest of his new belongings are spat out graceless, and quickly adorned by the weight of a goddamned Tuba.

He manages to poke his head out just long enough to get his bearings, but -- a notebook falls upon his head.

Yeah. He'll just stay here. This isn't a bad omen at all. But hey, the good news is that he'll have plenty of goods outside his room at some point.]

[37773972]

[So after he's finished the whole. Workout thing. And is regretting every moment of it, he's just going to take his new chess set and see if Mephisto knows how to play- probably, he gets the feeling. But it'll also be nice to have an excuse to just sit the hell down and not move for a while.

Knock knock.]

Merchandise booth

[herwiggles]

Whooooa!

[Considering Spinel passes by the merch booth every now and then, you'd think that she's seen something like this more than once. And you'd be wrong. So she's taking in the splendor of so many trombones with wide-eyed wonder.]

Just look at all of this!

[justmeheere]

[Y'all want a yard sard? Let's have a yard sard. Jeremy's just hanging around room 5 with some shit. Please come take some shit.

Later on Jeremy can be found outside in the garden with a laptop. He seems to just be fucking around on it, although why he's outside doing it is probably anybody's guess. He's also drinking a bottle of coke, because you gotta have that gamer fuel.

........... And if you want, the SQUIP is here at night. Or, y'know. You can specifically ask Jeremy to speak with the SQUIP.]

Garden

[stagemanagers]

[The laptop boots up entirely normally, and goes through its typical start-up routine.

There is one wireless network available! Would you like to connect?]

[superbeliever]

[Richard is coming out of his room, presumably on his way somewhere, when he (and Tad Cooper) sees the little yard sard Jeremy has set up around Room 5.]

Oh, look at this! Why, you could start your own trading post with all... this...

[And then he spots it. Relatively plain compared to some of his other favorite crowns, but a nice burnished gold that really brings out the salt in his salt and pepper hair.]

Hey- that's my crown!

Garden

[heathencall]

[Hello, Jeremy, don't mind this demon watching you and your new computer as you move. He looks curious, but... maybe also a little hungry? Eh, probably not a big deal.]

Don't mind me. [He speaks after awhile, still looking distracted.] Just trying to figure out which one you are.

garden

[isawallflower]

[ You know. Riley started her day pretty well. She got to instruct in the One Thing she's really, really good at, and that's invigorated her. It's given her a brand new energy to tackle the day.


And boy is she gonna need that. ]

Hi, Jeremy~ What've you... Is that a laptop?

Yard Sard but maybe at night depending...

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Oooh! A sale! But one full of assorted Broadway knick-knacks, which is clearly Christine's favourite kind of sale. She's looking over the stuff Jeremy has and then sighs at herself.]

I should have brought some stuff to trade. You okay to wait up for me a little longer? I know it's late.

yardiest of sards

[mcfife]

[Angus has way too many things to keep for himself, so he dumps almost everyone he wants to give away plus the stuff from today's visit onto to the hallway.]

Everyone can take whatever they like!!

[It's a giant mess and now everyone's problem.

Meanwhile, he will partake of his newest pie and get to reviewing the mysterious scroll the booth attendant handed to him. Surprisingly, he recognizes some of the names written there, but otherwise, it's a giant mystery.]

[isawallflower]

[ Yesterday was a storm. Today is going to be a storm. Riley doesn't know that yet, she's in a good mood in the morning!!


At the merch booth, she gets...a collection of things. Thankfully no more trombones, though there's a stupid tuba, and Riley might need to boycott the school marching band when she gets back home, honestly-

She's busy cheering (ha) over her Tigers uniform, pompoms included!! She'll have to tell Stephen--

And then a fucking rock comes at her, a big ol' boulder with a sword in it. Riley shrieks, dodges and- Well. You can find her with a furious smile, yelling into the merch booth: ]

I know someone's in there~!! Give me just five minutes, five minutes of your time, and I swear I'll make it worth your while, you...!!! [ She does like. A full-body spasm of rage, takes a deep breath. She's good. She is Calm. Swear.

Later, before the seance just completely drains her of her will to deal with this place's bullshit, she's actually sitting on the wall. She's climbed that tree again and is...relatively near the gates, legs dangling over the outer edge. Looking out into the dark forest, she's...

Pensive. That's a good way to put it. Riley's incredibly pensive. ]

[likemypicture]

[After wearing a new dress each day for half a lifetime, not even being trapped in a sketchy magic opera house is going to make Anne of Cleves an outfit-repeater.

Which is why, when the merch booth provides her with a pair of dazzling red thigh-high boots, she does not balk, or turn up her nose. Instead, she can be found in the Costume shop, wearing a slip and said boots, trying to find something to match them. Like....anything could even begin to match those.

Later, in the garden, she has traded said-boots for the other sparkly red pair of shoes she has-- paired with a grey linen dress and a frilled white blouse underneath. She pauses by each flowerbed, brow furrowed as she gazes at the plaques.]

What kind of person put so much care into these, in a place like this?