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

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Thursday and Friday didn't seem too great for D-ne. She was nervous, overly vigilant... Something had her on edge. Probably just being in this place for awhile, really. Whatever the reason, she was absolutely nowhere on Saturday. Seems she didn't even leave her room to eat or use the restroom.

Maybe that's all she needed to reset, because reasonably early Sunday morning, she's in the kitchen, making herself a rolled omelette. A pretty blue ribbon hangs from the right side of her hair, tied in a loose bow, though it looks a little silly with her hair pulled back. So it won't get in her way? Probably. You might also catch her looking through the cabinets for something, rather determined.

It's laundry day, though she's not washing her school uniform, just some extra outfits. ...They're not really anything to write home about, honestly, looks like she's not great at putting together a good ensemble wardrobe. Some jackets, a less-than-fashionable sweater. Pleated skirts.

Throughout most of the day, she just flits around, a little idle. Sits in the lobby writing something on a clipboard in her lap, occasionally appearing a little confused.

Overall, her attitude's much better. A day of rest can do anyone good!

kitchen

[rockthistown]

Tamagoyaki!

[Hime runs over and clasps her hands, then smiles up at D-ne.]

I was showing Jezebel how to make it last week! I bet yours is great.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Seems she's used to making this enough that she can spare Hime a greeting smile.]

You're too kind, Hime-san. It's, ah, passable, I'm sure, edible.

[rockthistown]

People always say that about their own things.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Well, it's true. [Said simply, as she continues the dish.] I've already made a few mistakes. I can't do it perfectly, not at all.

kitchen

[solomonjihad]

...What are you looking for?

[Astarte sure just snuck up there...]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[why- D-ne starts and drops the paprika she'd been moving in her search.]

A- Astarte-san! You are, ah, a sneaky person.

[solomonjihad]

[She learned from the best.]

...The shadows are good to me.

[Um. Is she staring at the cabinet.]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Well not anymore. Astarte's arrival has put D-ne's eyes firmly on the other girl.]

I- I see. [Sigh.] To answer... I was trying to see if there's any natto here.

lobby

[robitussin]

[Wandering around, she comes across D-ne, pausing as she watches her write.]

What are you working on?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[As it's all in Japanese aside from a few numbers, it seems D-ne isn't in a hurry to hide whatever it is, so she simply glances up and smiles.]

It's nothing much, just, ah...passing the time by thinking about mysteries from back home.

[robitussin]

Ooh, sounds juicy.

[so you're totally going to tell her what's up, right]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[oh of course girl]

The oldest "ghost story" from my school...is about the "Bookmark of Demise." Ten years ago, four students were brutally murdered. It was never solved, and the teachers rarely talk of it...but there's a rumor passed among the students. They died because they found a blank book and a cat bookmark - the Book and Bookmark of Demise.

They say you must never touch it, because tragedy will befall you if you do. ...But they also say it's the key to solving the mystery of how and why those four died.

[D-ne smiles!]

It's a rather horrifying story and I don't know much about it, but it's what my club is dedicated to finding.

Kitchen

[dontfeedplants]

[Well, he could just ignore her, but she looks like she's trying really hard to find something, so it can't hurt...?]

Um, do you need help with that?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[yes so very much. D-ne sighs gently and stops her search. She'd been on her tip-toes when Seymour approached, so. This is probably a good thing.]

You're, ah...Seymour-san, yes? You wouldn't have happened to see natto in your time in the kitchen, would you?

[dontfeedplants]

[That sure is a word he has never heard of before.]

I'm sorry, natto?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Oh, uh... I-it's ah, a sticky food made of fermented soybeans. Mostly we eat it in Japan.

Laundry day

[sunshineprincess]

[Being from the past has disadvantages. Mostly that Anna has yet to figure out how to use it. Knobs, buttons, soaps, fabric softeners... it was all so foreign. All she wants to do is to wash the pants and shirts Astarte helped her pick out. Maybe a dress or two.

Hesitantly she approaches D-ne.]

So... can you show me how to use one of these? Please?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[This happens while D-ne's getting her washer started. She turns to Anna with a tiny smile.]

So many of you unfamiliar with washers... This'll make both "princesses" I've given tips to on this. [That is definitely not a no, and she gestures Anna to a machine.]

[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?]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

To be expected of royalty. [But she doesn't sound harsh or mean; no, D-ne says that rather sweetly, with a kind smile.] Well, Anna-san, to begin, usually you separate your light clothes and your dark clothes, so the former doesn't get dyed the color of the latter. But, ah, if there aren't many clothes that probably wouldn't be a concern?

[And with a few dresses and some pants, that is definitely just one load.]

kitchen

[dieformymusic]

[There's so man people who had such vibrant hair colors. When Winslow stepped into the kitchen, he slid by a wall once he noticed someone there.

Nervous, Winslow tapped one cabinet as he began to scrawl a message on the clipboard and slid it over the counter as he hid out of view.

"Looking for something?"]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[It only looks purple-ish in the right light, she sees it as black, promise.

Ever since the first day when poor Winslow was banging against the box office, D-ne has... Well, she's been aware of his existence! But she was far too nervous to inquire about his whole everything then. Now it seems the time's come to fix that, though. She turns and sees...the clipboard and the edge of Winslow's cape as he hides, alright then. Has she found someone equally shy...?]

Ah... Yes, sir, ah- Leach-san? [wow that is a horribly unfortunate name] I'm trying to see if there's any natto here...though you probably don't know what that is, do you?

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow wouldn't hold anyone against that, mostly because he was naturally shy outside his music and also because he doesn't like his own looks either.

Winslow seeing that she's not running off, inches into view. He reaches for his clipboard to scrawl again.

"What is it? I could help."]

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

It's a dish made of fermented soybeans. They're very sticky and slimy and have a distinct odor...but, ah, I quite like them, a lot of people do where I'm from!

[She closes the cabinet she'd been looking in - no luck there, and it was a bit too high for her, standing on her tiptoes.] I was hoping we would have some in an instant package, because...well, making it from scratch takes a long time.