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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[trettende]

[ That's bad news for Hans :'(( ]

Perhaps? But you know how tales with wishes usually go. If a man wishes for his wife to return to him after her death, she comes back as a corpse... there's always some twisted end to these things. Nothing is free.

[trettende]

I'm starting to wonder if we shouldn't do something about that...

[ Of course, Hans has no idea how cameras actually work, either. ]

[trettende]

You're right. I have to wonder how he's doing, in there all alone. It probably brightens up his day when we go talk to him.

[ #teamBalladeer ]

[onthebusagain]

We could tape over all the lenses!

dining room

[robitussin]

[upon hearing the crash, she hurries into the dining room, tense and wary - only to find anna laughing on the floor. she sighs, both relieved and confused, and crosses her arms.]

What happened?

[trettende]

Would that work?

[ Hans covers his mouth with his glove, whispering. ]

Should we be saying this out loud?

[robitussin]

[After everything that happened yesterday, Natalie is distracting herself by making some food in the kitchen. She has her back turned to the doorway as she gathers ingredients, so she doesn't realize that anyone has entered. She seems to be singing softly to herself.]

I sense there's something in the wind,
That feels like tragedy's at hand.
And though I'd like to stand by them,
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend...

[And then she happens to notice there's someone else in the room with her, and turns towards them with an alarmed expression before relaxing.]

...Didn't see you there.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Worri... oh, you mean... No, no. If B-ko-chan was here, I would know. [do you have girl senses]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[D-ne wants to smile, because that's just. what she does, she smiles, constantly.

...but not this time. She turns, almost to her room.] N- Natalie, hello, ah- I would love to talk, but, I'm in a...bit of a hurry right now...

[she says, while holding a goddamn hand.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[a tragedy in seven words tbh]

Ah... Of course, if you're going off to college soon. ...That is what you're talking about, right?

[littlegirl_littlecurl]

[Darla is, frankly, insulted. Murder one of these Joes for a wish. Ha!

Anything she could possibly wish for, she doesn't need these kidnappers promises to make happen.

Everything she's got, she worked for. No wishes required.

There's really only one thing that has her curious.]


"... Anybody else think the ghost chorus is weird?"

[breakingbread]

At home? I can't imagine so.

[If that baker is still mad about that loaf of bread that got stolen like forty years ago, then he has out-Javert'd Javert and we need to get that dude in here.]

But if the Inspector does arrest me when we leave here, my daughter will be devastated. I have kept so much of this from her...that's why I'm writing this now. [Gestures at his papers.] In case I do not get the chance to tell her goodbye myself.

[breakingbread]

[He inclines his head. He's not inclined to spend his time railing against the injustice of French society anymore (leave that to young revolutionaries) but if he thought it was fair he probably wouldn't have done any of the things he did]

I have made my peace with it, I suppose. I spent the last decade living quietly and raising my daughter - that is all I could have asked.

[Though...in truth, he hasn't really made peace with what's going on right now.]

When I thought about being arrested again before this, my greatest fear was that she would be left alone in the world. But now, that has already happened.

[breakingbread]

That is the sentence for burglary. Is that no longer the law in your time, Viscount? [He smiles without waiting for an answer.] Ah, forgive me, of course you would not know.

[He doesn't begrudge him that. A viscount has no call to know of such things. Raoul is kind, and the privileges his birth afford him do not make him a good or bad man. Only he can do that.]

In the end, it was nineteen years before I was paroled. I made four escape attempts. [For which they evidently add on a shitload of fucking time. And yet he kept doing it - surely it is in a man's nature to grasp for freedom?]

[breakingbread]

Anything that needs heat, I guess. The only thing I really know how to make in it is the hot pockets.

[HOT POCKETS HOT POCKETS HOT POCKETS]

[solomonjihad]

[Ok, on the chair, and...]

I...see oatmeal up here...

[dechagny]

The "hot pockets"? What sort of food is that?

[CALIENTE POCKETS]

[dechagny]

[Raoul enters the kitchen today with the intent to cook a food. What kind of food? Well, that has yet to be seen, but he's determined to do it this morning! So determined that he only just notices Astarte's odd choice of clothes as he enters through the doorway...

...And immediately stumbles back, gagging.]

Good Lord in heaven, what is that stench?

OTA

[dechagny]

[The dining hall is Raoul's choice of location today, and why? Well, since the Balladeer was so kind as to leave them a bunch of playing card sets, and he's bored, Raoul has decided to try his hand at something delicate: building a house of cards.

He's got two packs open and spread out on the table as he tries to make a triangle with two cards...that immediately falls down. Every time, Raoul scoffs, picks the cards up again to examine them, and tries again.

Maybe someone might want to clue him in to the existence of tape.]

[rockthistown]

[Hime wrinkles her nose and stares at the toque.]

Was that at the back of the closet or...?

[breakingbread]

They are like little cheesy sandwiches - here, I can show you.

[He gets the hot pockets out of the freezer.

HOT POCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETS]

You put them in the microwave, and it heats them up and melts the cheese. [or something probably]

[breakingbread]

Oh! [He beams, touched that she remembered. They never even drank this tea together.] Thank you, D-ne, that's very kind.

costume room

[rockthistown]

Uh. [Hime blinks and stares for a bit.] I didn't do that when I tried it, right...?

[dechagny]

[No, he would not know - his business is not with the law, but with the arts. Still, for a loaf of bread, that sounds incredibly long. And...four escape attempts? Goodness, that's a lot.]

Did...you ever hear from your sister again? And her children? Are they...

[Did they make it through that winter???]

[dechagny]

But they are frozen...this micro-wave can properly thaw them?

[He has to see this shit]