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.]


[Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]

Comments

[robitussin]

What are you?

[a small pause.]

If that's not, like... Species-ist.

[robitussin]

Ouch. What are those like where you're from?

[breakingbread]

I doubt it would do any good. Except to make us feel better.

[dieformymusic]

[My man. Winslow's been going around in a leathersuit for a week and a half now. He can handle a sweater.

He grins, giving a thumbs up as he searches through the costumes. See this is why Raoul is a good pal.

Moments later he produces a red sweater. What do you think?]

[robitussin]

Is it something I should know about? Because, gotta say, it's not ringing any bells.

[robitussin]

...You don't know what that means, do you?

[breakingbread]

...I am afraid I have always kept the both of us too far apart from others. It would do her good to have more friends, but in my position, it is dangerous to become well-known.

[Unless you just end up being mayor of a whole town I guess?]

She can always return to the convent, where we used to live. But she does not wish to become a nun, and I can only think that she will grow unhappy there.

[solomonjihad]

...Sorry. I...Hime had mentioned fashion.

[solomonjihad]

[YOU TOTALLY STARTED IT]

Undead are real. That's why...I wonder about this hat.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[And she has a cup of her own.] Those I spoke to on the first day about it said it was something like, ah...privacy? That not reading them was a kindness.

[solomonjihad]

[There is a very strange look in Astarte's eyes when Javert sings about sin. She wobbles a bit, after a moment of just staring at him, and shakes her head.

She knows nothing about...Valjean?]

Actually, he told me
how he ran away from you
he was open about the past
and his mistakes when I asked

...

if all men are born from sin
who is any human to judge?
maybe its different times,
and I'm not...French,
or...well,
but this sounds a little
like a grudge...

[breakingbread]

...prison can harden a man. No doubt it makes as many criminals as it holds.

[And that's all he's got to say about that.]

I was caught, of course, and dragged back to the Bishop's home. The constables wished to return the silver in person, no doubt. And the Bishop...told them the silver had been a gift to me. [He still sounds faintly wondering at it.] That I had forgotten the best of it, the silver candlesticks from his own table.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[She nods.]

I think we're all...ah, looking for something like that... I appreciate your assistance in trying to find it, nevertheless. I didn't mean to make any trouble for you.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Ah... You are very kind, Raoul-san. Yes, I... I think that would be wonderful. Hime-san, after all, did retrieve something else I was missing. [She gently touches the red ribbon in her hair.] So...maybe I'm being too cynical.

[solomonjihad]

.....I'm Astarte.

[There's definitely a hint of pride as she tilts her chin up while she response.]

I am a goddess. Her reincarnation.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Oh my god Anna what did that button do to you AND HERE WE GO that wonderful. humming bang of a washing machine.]

And now, you wait until it's done and then dry it, as simple as that.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

I've heard horror stories... [She sighs.] I'm not looking forward to the experience.

[robitussin]

Man... We really are all running out of things to do, aren't we.

[dechagny]

[Ah! Ah that's good! She got a good thing out of the booth! Although-]

The item you were missing was in the merchandise booth?

[dechagny]

[Ah. Understandable, if still...a pretty terrible thing to do. But when he hears of the Bishop's kindness...]

My God...he had forgiven you, and so...easily, it seems...

[dechagny]

[WELL YOU TOOK IT WAY TOO FAR]

...Well. If the undead decide they want it back, I'm sure they...will make their presence known.

[But it's likely she'll get to keep that smelly hat forever.]

[dechagny]

...I do not know what it means.

[At least he's honest]

[dechagny]

[Red? Hm...very bold. Raoul nods.]

That should work nicely. And now, have you considered slacks? White would look good with the coat, but it could stain easily, so perhaps a darker color...something richer, but not as bright as the red.

[He comes forward to look through the racks as he says this. Hmm hm, what would be good...?]

[solomonjihad]

Of course. Because they know, I will protect them.

[WHAT NUH UUUUUH]

[dechagny]

I am in sore need of a pick-me-up and there is no wine in the kitchen - it will have to do.

[Lies, you will totally be curious about what else you can find and give up your loot to the booth.]