week 2

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 2
[From the day you arrived on the planet, and blinking, stepped into the sun. There's more to see than can ever be seen, and more to do than can ever be done. Yet, still, the whole thing seems...monotonous. Surely there must be some excitement, some showmanship, some sort of plot twist that could keep this show moving onward?

Welcome to week 2, gents.]


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[robitussin]

I mean, if you know something, probably not a bad idea to tell the rest of us.

[irreprochable]

I was willing to look past the differences with Princess Anna, but I am not a gullible fool.

[sunshineprincess]

I don't have anything light except a couple of shirts. I guess I always wear pretty dark clothes.

[Easier to keep clean with how active and all over the place she is.]

[trettende]

Anna, I didn't!

[ And quite frankly the fact that she thinks so is a little hurtful? Wow! ]

It's the cameras-- the management must have heard me talking about how I didn't think anyone would want to commit murder for no reason so... they saw fit to try and give us one.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Hm... Well, you've heard the story of King Midas, right? A man who wishes for immense wealth and gets the power to turn anything he touches to gold...but in return he can't eat, can't touch anyone, can barely live. If you work hard for a wish, you'll get something in return. If you're just given it, usually it's dangerous.

[trettende]

Those inconsistencies are hardly my fault. If the management seems keen to making me their target, why would I possibly want anything to do with them?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Hmmm... It would be amazing if it was, wouldn't it? [She hesitates.] I'm not sure. Maybe...but I would never want to invoke its power.

[breakingbread]

[...Inspector, you are a deeply frustrating man. He doesn't remember you being quite this frustrating when you thought he was a legitimate, non-convict mayor. Ah, the good old days.

Valjean takes a deep, deliberate breath, and folds his hands. He had not wanted to do this. But really, he's made little secret of his legal status while here - it's an ugly public scene, but truthfully, doesn't amount to much more than what's been done.]

Inspector, I deny nothing
It's been plain for all to read
In here, there can be no secrets
On that much, we are agreed

[trettende]

So I see. I'll have to watch what I say from now on, we never know when the management may choose to... turn it into some kind of spectacle.

[robitussin]

Yeah. Hopefully everyone here will, like, realize how ridiculous this is, but I'm not really holding my breath.

[robitussin]

Right. The power of the cat bookmark.

[she's trying so hard to keep a straight face]

[solomonjihad]

[!! And then Astarte suddenly...starts to sing in response.]

Inspector, may I please interject?
There's no murder, thus, no suspect
No need to lose our head
Over Valjean's...bread.

[She's...she's still not over that whole. Kill for a loaf of bread. Thing. Humans what.]

[onthebusagain]

You didn't notice? He didn't seem happy about the idea to me. Sad, or... maybe annoyed? [She can't help but feel sympathetic, even if he's part of this whole kidnapping scheme. ]

[onthebusagain]

Yeah, that one.

[robitussin]

Good for him, he has some semblance of a conscience. That doesn't change the fact that he willingly involved himself with this bullshit.

[solomonjihad]

[Aside from interjections here and there, Astarte is...silent. She stands quietly, before slowly drifting away from the group. A wish. A wish. A...]

More than the moon...
I, Astarte...

[She looks at the group of her fellow prisoners, then up at the chandelier. Her place. Her destiny. To be what she is meant to be. Her wish is all those things, isn't it?]

How can he know?
The wish I have,
more than the moon,
that shining silver crystal,
Is one...

[Her eyes suddenly harden, and her fist thrusts towards the ceiling.]

...
Only I can grant.
It is not a wish.
That is for these children.
No!
It is my ambition!
Yes!
It is my destiny!
Ha!
By my own hands!
מוּת!

What need have I for--

[She breaks off, falling on a knee.]

A wish...my wish...

[solomonjihad]

...Did he?

mom dad stop fighting

[dechagny]

[Raoul looks from Javert to Valjean, mouth agape and appearing at a loss. He'd sing, but he's not sure what to believe right now. He respects both of these men...truly, he does, and they are from his country and thus highly trustworthy. But Valjean is some sort of criminal? But he's very kind and has done nothing but be kind in turn to everyone here. What sort of thing could he have done for Javert to hold it against him so?

He takes a steadying breath and makes to go between the two men.] Monsieurs, please - is this truly the time for such a discussion...?

[onthebusagain]

You noticed too. Maybe not sad? But not like he was the last time we all saw him.

[onthebusagain]

Maybe I'm imagining it- but he didn't feel the same as the last time we saw him.

[solomonjihad]

...

...He had said...he didn't want murder this time.

[allicareabout]

[...You know, Billy doesn't seem disbelieving of all this, just because everything here's a temporal trainwreck and he's not a superstitious man, but he's also not one to look for zebras where there are probably horses. (Or unicorns, in this case, because the answer staring him in the face right now is just "It's fucking magic.")]

If we could not all believe our captor is speaking the gospel truth so we can dogpile the kid with the sideburns, that'd be swell. If he said something, he did, but until then, it's all just hearsay. Innocent until proven guilty, if nobody minds.

[That said, though, he doesn't really have a lot to say regarding the actual...thing that's been thrown out there, regarding the wish and all; he's fine letting that go unaddressed.]

[dontfeedplants]

You're right...

[He takes a deep breath, repeating that no one will fall for it in his head.]

Gee, I thought we could trust the Balladeer, but I guess we can't now.

[trettende]

Maybe he's lonely? These songs seem to be the only chance he gets to leave his tiny office.

[rockthistown]

Th-that's, um... [Why can she not disappear?] There's no way, he isn't even, I mean, with a full book of PreCards and a fairy who hasn't made a wish, but...

[Hime turns her head up with a look of horror on her face, hugs herself, and bolts to the dormitory hall.]