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week 4
[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. ))
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.]
(( 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. ))
MOTIVE: GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO TRY
Regardless, his voice is audible wherever you are, but those who are lucky or who go searching will find that he is standing in the cemetery. To start with, he’s simply standing by the mausoleums, the collar of his black overcoat turned up, facing away from the gates. If he hears anyone approaching he will quickly approach the Daae tomb and vanish - inside it? Behind it? He's no longer visible, anyway.]
They were once a true companion
They were all that mattered
They were a friend, a child, a mother
Then your world was shattered
Wishing they were somehow here again
Wishing they were somehow near
How much are you willing to do
If you could bring them here
You could finally hear their voice again
You know what you have to do
A life for a life - that is the price
To return them to you
[The Phantom becomes visible again, as he rises up onto the roof of the Daae tomb. He perches easily, one foot on the peak of the roof and one on the slope. But, for the moment, he seems to be looking up at the sky rather than at you.]
Carved headstones and offered bouquets
Mem’ries that were treasured
All those dead, like any others
They would be remembered…
[But then he seems to snap back to what he’s doing, and glares down at all of you. It’s a little hard to see behind his mask, but you can just sort of feel it.]
Kill someone this week, and a dead person of your choosing shall be revived in their place.
It’s all the same, nothing has changed
Why can’t we end this game?
[He turns in a dramatic swirl of cape, and leaps from the roof to the top of the wall surrounding the cemetery, and then jumps from there and disappears.]
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Stephen turns away, and doesn't- he doesn't run, but he's going to. Go find something to occupy himself.]
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[He... definitely looks a little stricken by all of this. But he straightens his shoulders all the same.]
But we know better than to play your games.
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She stands shock-still for a few moments. Then she leaves, very abruptly. ]
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[But. Still kind of clutching at his shirt around his stomach, about where a bellybutton would be on someone who had one.]
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No.
Angus clenched his fists and shakes his head. He won't let the Phantom get to him again , he won't-
He's getting a spitting headache over this. Angus hisses and rubs his temoles before slowly turning away to the opera house.]
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She doesn’t turn to go back inside. Instead, she goes into the gardens and comes back with a bunch of white roses. She puts one on every grave save one. Sorry, Betelgeuse, no flowers for you.]
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Which is to say. Spinel takes a step back, and another. And another. And suddenly she's hurrying out of the room.]