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]

[Valjean chuckles.]

Very well. Do let me know when you plan on doing it. [It could be fun.]

[dechagny]

Better yet - we'll call everyone in and make a game out of it.

[dechagny]

Hotter than the outside? [He touches the hot pocket carefully, pulling his hand back.]

Ah - perhaps...it needs some time to cool off. Or, perhaps, holes for the heat to vent through?

[People did that with pies right? Where's a fork, he's going to poke holes in this.]

dining hall

[rockthistown]

[Hime looks at the little altar and cautiously approaches.]

Is this what you have at home?

[rockthistown]

What do you think he likes, then?

[rockthistown]

I kind of want to write an apology letter at least... But no way! I already faced him once today!

[dechagny]

[You know, he's starting to get used to being snarked at by a young lady. Somewhat.]

I am glad you were able to find it amusing, but frankly, I do not feel like fencing as of this moment.

[rockthistown]

They're on fire! [Hime shuts the stove off and, like she'd been taught, puts a cookie sheet over the burning eggs. The sizzle and smoke starts to fade without air. Hime slumps dramatically against the oven.]

[dechagny]

[Raoul hums, shaking his head. More unusual circumstances...it's definitely concerning, for sure.]

If he insists that, then the management must have taken them, regardless of any earlier claims. How else would they be in the opera house and not on our persons?

[rockthistown]

Noooooooo!

[Hime shuts off the stove and smothers the flame before crumpling in a heap.]

I am not this bad normally! I just...

dear sweet lord are we really doing red shirt and brown pants

[dechagny]

Brown can work, if it is a dark enough brown. Let's see what's here...

[He pulls out a couple different slacks, all in slightly varying cuts and all colored a dark brown.] Any one of these might do.

[dechagny]

Right. Yes...of course.

[Oh God what even the hell, Astarte]

[breakingbread]

Yes... [And that's what made all the difference.]

He told me after they had gone that I should use the silver to become an honest man, and lead a good life. So that is what I did, and have tried to do ever after. It would have been impossible with my letter of parole, but as a free man with a little money...

[It wasn't so hard at all. Nothing, compared to the struggle of his life beforehand. All it took was a leg up.]

[breakingbread]

[He smiles ruefully.]

Perhaps it would have been. But information is valuable in a place like this.

[rockthistown]

The people here are really nice, for the most part, I think.

[breakingbread]

It will be good for building a sense of cooperation. There's little better to unite people than a common enemy.

[For good or ill, he supposes, but it's only a camera.]

[breakingbread]

One or the other, surely.

[fork fork let's find a fork here's a fork

stab stab stab]

[rockthistown]

Sometimes fashion hurts, but they'd at least have to look good with everything else.

[breakingbread]

Something very like it, yes. [He touches one of the candlesticks idly.] These are mine; I kept them in a similar place at home. I guess it's no surprise that they could have stolen our things away along with us.

[rockthistown]

I got a bunch of things I don't need, either. Maybe we can all start trading.

[rockthistown]

[nodnodnod]

I don't want to see other people's underwear anyway!

[rockthistown]

J-just, um... how he could make a wish come true...? I mean, there are lots of ways to do that, anyway!

[rockthistown]

I thought that too. [She plays with the end of her sleeve nervously.] And other people's things are in the booth. Like a ribbon I got was supposed to be with D-ne.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

That's how I see it, mm. Not knowing for sure, it's incredibly...frustrating. How do we know when, for sure, the surprises will end?

[lmao you guys are in for a goddamn treat with the arrival of motives]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

There, there.

[At least she's going over to help with clean-up.]

Is your attention elsewhere?