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

[bestof]

I don't mind. I'm only here for a bit of fun. Besides, I'm never one to shy away from pleasant company. [She even scooches down to one side of the wooden piano bench to make room.]

[robitussin]

Okay. Um, if you're sure.

[She walks over, carefully taking a seat next to Eliza.]

So, what are we playing?

[sunshineprincess]

[She walks over and checks out the machine.]

There's gotta be. I don't see how anything can fit in there unless it's a lot, lot smaller than my dress.

[sunshineprincess]

We don't have them back in my home. I... don't actually know how clothes are washed back home. The servants did all of it.

[She moves over to the machine and waits patiently. Is there something special she should be doing?]

[rockthistown]

Okay! He seems kind of scary to talk to, anyway.

[rockthistown]

Why? What else could happen to make people change their minds?

[rockthistown]

The Blue Sky Kingdom, where I'm from, is separate from Earth. I got to Pikarigaoka through a mirror in the embassy.

[dechagny]

Well of course I will live, but I don't know how the clothes will fare. This is why I am being careful.

[dechagny]

Ah - yes, I was given these!

[He shows Valjean the mask and ukulele.]

I have no need of the mask, but...something does compel me to keep it. As for this instrument, well, I'm sure I can find some way to amuse myself with it.

[dechagny]

[Well he's roughly the size of a barge]

It must be! I...did attempt to use it earlier last week, and what I made was...edible, if not oddly colored.

[Why was the cheese an orange powder]

But, ah, I must confess, much of the rest of these marvels still have me baffled.

[dechagny]

Is there something else we use for hand washing clothes?

[He really doesn't know.]

I find this liquid to be quite viscous, and it does seem to work properly in the machine. It might work.

please laugh at him he's ridiculous

[dechagny]

[Raoul picks up the box, inspecting it.]

"Fabric softener dryer sheets"...why would fabric need to be made soft? It is already soft.

[But hey this smells really nice, he's going to toss a couple sheets in there.]

[dechagny]

Keep your fingers crossed no more mystery pies come out if you continue.

[He's just gonna...look at his...the forlorn thing...what even kind of meat is in there?]

[breakingbread]

I have only learned to use the oven and the micro-wave. [it's one word valjean you don't have to say it like that] This thing here. It seems to make heat inside out of nothing.

[He can at least see the metal stovetop glow when it gets hot. There's energy coming from somewhere and heating it, fine. The microwave, though, is still a bit of a mystery.]

MOTIVE: CAREFUL THE WISH YOU MAKE

[tellthestory]

[This morning starts off much as every morning has, here. Certain people may find gifts waiting for them: there is a box of white hair dye sitting outside Anna's door when she wakes, and one corner of the dining hall has been given over to a collection of potted ferns, a single Venus flytrap, and one dilapidated-looking sunlamp. In the kitchen, several boxes of playing cards have been left carelessly on the table.

An hour or so after show hours begin, something in the ceiling crackles to life. Apparently this place has an intercom system. Naturally, the Balladeer is the one using it. Perhaps it's the connection, but he sounds less enthusiastic than at his last public address.]

Hey, guys. Could you all do me a favor and meet in the lobby around noon? Got a quick announcement to make.

[From then until the meeting time, he won't answer the box office door. Maybe he wasn't even there, because once everyone is finally gathered together, the Balladeer enters from the east wing. You probably didn't see him down there if you came in that way, but he's there now. He’s balancing a thick, leather-bound tome in one hand, which he slams shut just as a bright peal of music starts from somewhere.]

Once upon a time!
In a lovely opera house
There was a little show
With a small cast of characters

[He is speaking, but the voice that sounds from...somewhere...in response to his words is definitely singing:] I wish…

And in this cast

More than anything… [That’s a second voice, from somewhere else. Maybe within the walls? The Balladeer isn't reacting to them.]

There was one actor - [The Balladeer gives Hans an extremely flat look as he brushes past.] - who thought that suggesting incentives for murder out loud was a brilliant idea!

More than life...
More than jewels…

Now, management heard this thought

I wish...
More than life…

And said to themselves

I wish…

"That's fantastic!"

More than anything...
More than the moon…

"This week, in addition to ending the show, we will grant one wish to anyone who successfully gets away with murder."

I wish...
More than life...
More than riches...
More than anything…

So, what’s your wildest dream? [He’s moved in front of the big double doors now, and they open as he steps backwards, still looking from one cast member to the next.] Because it could be yours this week, for a price.

I wish!

[All the voices cry out at once, just as the doors slam shut between the Balladeer and the cast, and then fall silent. The music goes with them.

Feel free to discuss amongst yourselves.]

[irreprochable]

[what the hell HANS WHY

no but really javert turns to hans because THAT LOOK]

What was that look about?

WISHES ARE FOR CHILDREN, SONDHEIM

[trettende]

[ Hans cuts in as soon as the Balladeer finishes!! ]

I said no such thing--!

[trettende]

[ This is really rude!! Hans is feeling so attacked right now. ]

I have no idea. [ Hans up! He's not involved here! ] I've only spoken to the Balladeer to ask for things like playing cards or champagne...

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Really.

[Let's just get all of this to the dining room, then, D-ne sweeps her omelette on to a plate and nods to a bowl covered with saran wrap. Sure enough, there's the steamed rice. If you could be so kind as to carry that, Hime.]

"Got something?" Just...what does that mean?

[irreprochable]

The inconsistencies in your stories become more and more glaring.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Soft judgment.]

Hans-san... That's such an irresponsible thing to do.

[robitussin]

Dude, what the hell?

[trettende]

[ Wow, excuse you. ]

Inconsistencies? When have I spoken untrue?

[rockthistown]

Incentives? Why would he blame you for that? Everyone knows you wouldn't!

[trettende]

I didn't say anything like that. He's twisting my words.

[ Dammit that's the last time he talks to the Balladeer, no more playing cards for you guys. ]