week 4

[stagemanagers]

[Another week, and two more dead. King Richard and Red are both gone, and once again, it was through nothing more than an accident in the heat of the moment. Maybe if you all stay calm and collected, nothing bad will happen again?

Well, maybe not.

When you wake on Sunday, you'll find that you've recovered another one of those memories - or had another dream, if you still wanna be in denial about it. The grounds remain as they are, but this time, the door blocking the stairwell has been unsealed. You can now venture up to the second floor! This is the second time that's happened; it's almost as if you get more space every time someone dies. Or maybe the whole place just seems quieter.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( Welcome to Week 4! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! You can also still contact the Phantom. ))

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THURSDAY

[stagemanagers]

[37773972]

[After his morning training with Riley, Stephen can be found resting off the soreness inside the Movie Room. Wicked is playing, and he's humming along as he watches it...even as he occasionally takes some notes on a pad of paper he's brought with him. See, he's not just slacking off!...

...it's not slacking off, but it feels like it. Like there's so much to do, and if he waits too long, something awful is going to happen.

Later on, he'll be found outside, specifically walking the cemetery and gardens. While he lingers near Red and Sigyn's headstones for a while, he moves away from them before too long...only to return with fresh flowers, which he leaves there before moving on from his contemplation.

Near the end of the day, he's in the cafe, and...more or less has blocked most of it off from anyone trying to get in. There's even a sign on the door- DO NOT ENTER. Stephen's set up with a good few books from the library to use as references, to say nothing of a number of pieces of makeshift safety gear.

It's time to learn chemistry, baby.]

Cafe

[heathencall]

[Mephisto has been recruited for this mess, because of course he has. It helps that he has a working knowledge of pseudo-chemistry, even if most of it comes from observation and outdated information. He'd like to think it's still better than Stephen is working with.

Not that he's currently lending much of a hand. He's got a chair pulled over and he's mostly watching Stephen's efforts.]

[37773972]

[It's something, damn it. And if nothing else, while Stephen's carefully - so carefully - moving a mixture over to another?]

How long did it say to heat, for?

[Congrats on being the instruction-guy, Mephisto.]

wildcard

[holyspit]

[Presumably at some point before actual explosions happen, Steven answers Tall Stephen's knock on door 12.]

Hello..?

[37773972]

[Stephen is pristine, and holding something in his hand! Which he's lowering and offering out to Smol Steven]

I think I found something of yours. Unless there's another Steven around here. [Who was actually...born during the VHS era, maybe?]

[heathencall]

[Before Mephisto can get himself into any trouble with Stephen, he's got plenty of things to take care of around the opera house. Part of that is depositing his newly acquired coins. This time, he at least has the sense to stand far to the side of the booth as his goods are deposited.

Luckily, most of it seems harmless. He even moves to pick it up, thinking nothing of the goods he's received. That's about when eight legs of... fur? Glowing fur? Wrap around him.

You'll probably walk in on him waving his arm about frantically.]

Let go, you wretched thing.

[Later in the day, Mephisto and his ball of fluff can be found in the library. Attempting to detach it has been an impossible task, so now he's resigned himself to having a permanent attachment to his arm. He's at least managed to convince the thing to slide further up, so he has a little more range of motion.

There's a pile of history books on the table beside him. He's already about halfway through this one.

And then, of course, there's the chapel. He's been avoiding it since the second floor opened up to them. He can tell just from the doorway what it is, and he's been determined to avoid it. The problem is that he can't trust the Phantom not to have something squirreled away somewhere, and the chapel is probably the best place to do it.

So... Mephisto sits there, glowering through the doors as he hesitates by the threshold.]

library

[likemypicture]

[Anne is just innocently walking through the library, on the hunt for a new cookbook, when she sees what Mephisto has before him. She's instantly sidetracked, grinning like no other as she scoops up a book from his stack.]

Oooh! Read this one next! Start on Chapter.... [She peeks inside the book, and her lips twitch as she tries to hold back laughter.]

Chapter 8!

[heathencall]

[Mephisto comes very close, dangerously close to snapping at Anne. The fact that she speaks before he can is the only thing that stops him.]

I hope this is worth my time.

[Begrudgingly, he reaches for the book and skims over the chapter.]

Library

[musacal]

[ Nana was just passing through the library to get something to ride and she is GOING to get her script back, don’t you worry, but there’s a more pressing matter that brings her over to Mephisto because holy shit. ]

Oh my goodness what is that on your arm??

[heathencall]

[Mephisto looks down at the cat, who looks back up at him with its tongue sticking out. He glares at it, then looks over to Nana.]

A pest that won't leave me be.

chapel

[isawallflower]

[ It's two for two on people who don't really hang out in the chapel. Riley's been trying to de-stress in the library, after a workout that's. Well, less intense than Sunday. So, her hair's still wet from a shower when she comes across Mephisto. (The octokitten on his arm goes ignored, for. A moment. )

She's not one to just walk by him. Not at all. ]

Um... Mephisto? Do you... Are you going to go in?

[heathencall]

[Mephisto spares a glance at Riley, before looking back into the chapel. His foot lifts, inches closer to the threshold, before stomping firmly back down on the hall-side of the entry way.]

I'm afraid I'll burst into flames if I try.

[garbageface]

[ Now that Santana has had some time to decompress from her very emotionally taxing Sunday, she's set up at one of the dining hall tables. Next to her is a plate of flat, crispy cookies and a sign written in lipstick that reads: ]

COOKIES FOR SALE
COST: ONE TROMBONE
DAMN GOOD FLAVOR

[ The cookies do not have "damn good flavor," however. They're incredibly dry, probably because they were made by a demon and a teenage girl who acts like a demon. But the joke is kind of funny! ]

Hey! You there! Want a cookie?

[ Here, cookies have usually been symbols of love. Unfortunately, Santana is more interested in using them as a get-rich-quick scheme. She'll be very disappointed if you don't buy one. ]

[mcfife]

[Sometime in the late evening, you hear something come crashing from Room 15 - many things, actually. Angus' door is open revealing a bunch of junk he's collected over the weeks spilled on the floor. The only things safe are Tad Cooper on the dresser (wearing a very nice vest, cape, and scepter/spoon) and a tightly folded bundle of clothing next to him.

Otherwise?] I apologize, I - this really is a mess.

[And once he has some control over the situation, he heads to the kitchen around 10pm, just in time to make a grab for the door and find it frustratingly locked. He twists the knobs for about 10 seconds before giving up and planting his hand on the door.]

Alright, so...in the morning. [And of course he comes just when it's locked.]

Kitchen

[heathencall]

[Mephisto just happens to be passing by and... has himself a laugh.]

What? Disappointed we can't meet our new Room-Bah friend?

[mcfife]

[Angus jerks back at suddenly finding someone behind him- It’s just Mephisto. He’s fine.]

What? Oh, that. I would love a rematch. . [He knocks on the door twice with a big smile.] But all of Tad Cooper’s food is in there.

[likemypicture]

[It's a good thing that door's already open, because when Anne hears that crash coming from Room 15-- well. She wobbles on one leg for an instant, because she'd intended to kick the door down if she had to.]

Angus! And-- [oh. how darling. the little scepter. She makes a soft, cooing noise.] Oh, Tad, isn't that just darling.

[mcfife]

[Angus pushes himself off the wall - there’s barely any space in his room to stand - and shimmies his way out of the room.

A Tudor-style ruff falls out one of of the piles on his bed.]

Sorry about this. I’ll clean this when I have the chance.

room 15

[herwiggles]

[Well, the person that's come to investigate all of that crashing is more wide-eyed wonder.]

Heh, I'll say. You've got a lot of stuff to look through, huh?

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy can briefly be found at the merch booth, up until he gets handed a red hoodie which he just stares down at for a moment.]

Michael, you are my favorite person -

[Nevermind. He dumps everything else he got into his room and can be found in the computer room playing Apocalypse of the Damned. No matter when you catch him, he is always playing level 9, the Cafetorium. He is also wearing the hoodie he received earlier.]

And if you leave your brother behind, it's lame
'cause it's an effed up world
but it's a two player game ....
Two player game ....

Computer Room

[madgiganticfeelings]

O-Oh! Jeremy!

[Christine gives him a wobbly little smile when she pokes her head into the computer room. She knows it's been a week, but she is relieved to actually get to know the real Jeremy after all that mess. And maybe figure out what they are? So far, it seems pretty unclear. But she pulls up a chair next to him.]

What are you- wait, isn't this Michael's? [She pinches the fabric of the hoodie.]

merch booth

[garbageface]

[ What's that weird, uncomfortably warm-and-fuzzy emotion that Santana is feeling but cannot name? Oh, right, it's empathy.

She eyes the nasty black-and-white coat she got from the booth, then looks back at Jeremy and the hoodie. ]

Hey, good job getting actually decent clothes out of that thing.

[ As far as Santana's concerned, the booth is a haunted piece of garbage. ]

merch

[isawallflower]

[ Riley's sorting some of her own things out. Shoving the stripper outfit aside, holding the feather close to her heart, when, well. There's Jeremy. She remembers that name. ]

Does...that belong to him?

computer room

[herwiggles]

[Spinel has has... a week. Then again, so has everyone else, including Jeremy, from what she heard. She's somewhat relieved to see him out and... well, doing something. Even if it's something she doesn't entirely understand. But hey, it looks interesting, so she wanders over to watch in silence, just for a little bit before she asks,]

Hey, if it's a two player game... why are you playing it on your own?