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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[breakingbread]

I stole a loaf of bread when I was twenty-six.

[that's literally what started all of this, but it sounds ridiculous when you put it like that]

And then I attempted to escape prison four times. But I believe what upsets him the most is that I broke my parole. I've evaded him for many years now.

[onthebusagain]

[ She's quick to wipe her hands on her skirt.]

Don't mention it. Seriously. Don't. [Hopefully that camera didn't se.]

[dechagny]

[See, when the goofy pirate starts talking sense, then you know shit has definitely hit the fan.]

I, for one, will be happy to stay calm - I do not see reason to work myself into a panic over something impossible.

[dechagny]

[He'll just...take a seat, if you don't mind. Close enough to converse, far away enough not to crowd Valjean.]

Do you...is it wrong of me to ask...what, exactly, has earned you the Inspector's unwavering ire? I...I read the pamphlet [finally] but its answers did not satisfy me. Rather, they...brought up more questions.

[catliketread]

[Raoul continues to be amazing, news at ten.]

Good! Though I hadn't really expected you to be anything but the picture of collected through all of this, actually.

[Raoul seems like the sort of guy who is totally on top of his shit. All the time. It's great!!]

[solomonjihad]

...All right.

[Uuuuuh, are her hands sweaty or something?]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Then you should be fine to mix them. Now... Ah, here we are. Put in your detergent first. This is a small load...so follow these instructions, see?

[just fill it up a little basically]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[As the person Heather was talking about- D-ne appreciates this, Pirate King.]

[dechagny]

[How is this even happening what is his life]

Ah, why...thank you, Pirate King. I merely wish to continue to be rational in the face of...irrationality.

[catliketread]

[Don't worry, D-ne, he's got your back!!!!!]

[catliketread]

We absolutely need people who can keep their heads under pressure! That is a trait that can never be overvalued!

[robitussin]

Right. The people who aren't total strangers, and chose to work with you in the first place.

[robitussin]

I mean, he seemed pretty excited and upbeat the first time we saw him. You think he'd be acting that way if he was stuck here with no choice, too?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

...You still think it's silly, don't you? [patented smile] It's alright, you can say so. Honestly... I didn't used to be so interested in these sorts of things either.

[robitussin]

Yeah. Like I said, not really working out for me.

[She shrugs.]

What about you, what do you do to pass the time?

[catliketread]

Yes, of course. But it's not as though we have much of a choice now, do we? We either make the best of it or we... well.

[Die horribly, probably?]

[catliketread]

Well, I decorated my room and I've explored every inch of this place. I've checked every window and door and the other day I checked under all of the chairs and tables to see if there was anything under any of them.

[. . .]

I don't do very well with boredom, in case it wasn't obvious.

[dechagny]

Especially in such a...surprisingly tense aftermath.

[Seriously, Hime bolted out of the room, Astarte is...suddenly someone else, Hans is under fire by like half the people in here, and his own countrymen are turning against each other. It might be a good idea to do something to get everyone to calm down.]

[catliketread]

Indeed. I hadn't anticipated a motive, but even if I had I doubt I would have expected a reaction quite like this.

[Everyone is crazy and it's definitely not great. Why this.]

[solomonjihad]

...I'll get a chair.

[She...isn't that tall either.]

[dechagny]

There must be something we can do to...keep everyone distracted from thinking too hard on it. Something hopeful, uplifting...but what?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[D-ne doesn't ask before she takes the doll in her arms. She's all wet and beat up, oh...]

She's... She's Ririka. My...my very first friend.

[breakingbread]

That doesn't surprise me. I wonder how they came by it...as far as I know, what happened between the Bishop and I was known only to the two of us. [And the Bishop would not have divulged it.] But of course, I will tell you what happened.

[Just let him gather his thoughts.]

When I was a young man, I had work as a tree-pruner in Faverolles - in Aisne, monsieur. [You're French surely you will recognize these real places? I have no idea how well-known these locations are to the average French person sorry] I lived then with my sister and her seven children. I could very nearly provide for them in the summer, but the winters were difficult. It was especially harsh in, oh...

[He has to think for a second. It really was a long time ago.]

...1795, it was. We had nothing to eat, and the children were ill. So I broke the window at the baker's and stole a loaf of bread. I was caught there, and sent to the galleys at Toulon for five years.

[That is not the end of the story, but it's a fair chunk of information. Are you still following him?]

[catliketread]

...Well, we could sing, but seeing as how most people decided to sing already and it wasn't very uplifting or cheerful, maybe we should find something else.

[catliketread]

...Oh.

[Well that explains her title, doesn't it...]

I'm very sorry about her condition, then. I'm not sure what happened to her.