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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Comments

[robitussin]

Having fun... by falling on the floor.

[she stares at her for a moment before shrugging.]

To each their own, I guess.

[rockthistown]

Wow, really? Thank you! I'll keep an eye out! Ugh, why are we paying coins for our own stuff, anyway.

[robitussin]

[shrugs]

For temporary emotional wellbeing, I guess?

[solomonjihad]

......Maybe...

[Or, maybe she doesn't remember bringing anything back to her room after putting her coins in. Maybe she doesn't remember minutes and hours. Who knows? It could be either.]

I got this poster...for the Opera Populaire.

[aflatouttahell]

Same here. [SIGH!!!] You'd think the popcorn would make noise, even if they don't have secret opera house chickens.

[rockthistown]

[sigh...] Okay.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

It... Hm. [She seems a little uncomfortable with sharing this and shakes her head.] P-perhaps I'll leave the booth to the rest of you, in light of that. I'm a little worried about what I'll find now.

[rockthistown]

Isn't that French? Maybe it belongs to Lord de Chagny, or Mr. Javert -- wait, does he actually like anything?

[rockthistown]

Secret chickens might be really hard to care for in a little booth like that, anyway.

[solomonjihad]

Thank you.

[She quietly takes the tea.]

...I don't know what to think. The idea that humans would...kill for a wish...or anyone.

[She thought it. Just for a second. And then, nothing.

She takes a deep breath.]

I...won't do it.

[solomonjihad]

de Chagny...

[Her face lights up in realization. The Viscount! Of course! She remembers now--oh, uh Javert?--]

...I don't know what the Inspector likes!

[Whoops.]

[robitussin]

[she pauses for a moment, more interested in one part of what she's said than the others.]

...Are you not human?

[solomonjihad]

...No, I'm not.

[She shakes her head.]

I'm...not Undead, either, even though I protect them.

[rockthistown]

He seems like kind of... I don't know, someone who likes the rules and nothing else. I guess that's why he's called The Law.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[holy shit natalie]

A-ah, n-no, I- we can't- I don't think it's a good idea to destroy it, I really don't.

[in fact she holds it tighter]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Eleventh. Next year I have to start taking entrance exams.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Because this place is designed to bother us in every way possible.

[dieformymusic]

[At least she was understandable...he smiled.

"Why this food in particular?"]

[dieformymusic]

["Escape. It's our only chance."

They can't just wait for someone.]

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah, they'd probably keep them somewhere else.

... do you think the Balladeer would tell us if we asked?

[rockthistown]

I don't know. I think I already freaked him out this morning.

[aflatouttahell]

Oh? How'd you freak that guy out?

[robitussin]

So keeping the shriveled human hand is a better option?!

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Well, it's a staple of a traditional breakfast in Japan. I've grown up eating it, and I missed it. That's all.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

It's not human. [As if that'll help.] It's- it's... Natalie have...you ever heard of the Monkey's Paw?