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. ))

Comments

[mcfife]

[Tad Cooper stares into space.]

I was about to ask for a favor. Do you know how to sew?

[She looks like she's almost finished with the cleaning. He sets the dragon on the counter, then the small satchel with snacks beside it.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Oh good, a distraction. Christine very much needs the distraction, and this is one topic she knows something about!]

I do! Being a performer by trade means you have to look after your own costumes, so I know a bit! Do you need something patched up?

[mcfife]

My dragon needs vestment worthy of a steed.

[He holds up the mask.]

Something of this color, just lose enough for him to move around it.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[...Angus, you're so good at distracting Christine from the horrors of their situation. She gasps excitedly at the mere concept of fashion designing for a dragon.]

Oh my gosh, I could make him a little vest! Or a cape, maybe even a crown? He needs to look like royalty!

[mcfife]

Yes, a crown! Why didn't I think of that before? [He pets Tad Cooper.] I could match him by wearing my own crown when I am king.

[madgiganticfeelings]

I guess he'll just have to look over your throne until then! I can probably find us some tools in the costume room, if you want to head over there?

[She won't waste any more milk and stuff trying to make tea again.]

[mcfife]

[Tad Cooper goes onto his shoulder, and Angus takes out a bit of fruit from the small sling on his side.]

Show me how this sewing works. It may prove useful in the future.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Of course! Just follow me. There have to be some needles and thread at least. I'd be better with a seeing machine, but I think we can still make something nice for Taddy!

[She hums under her breath, skipping off towards the costume room.]

[mcfife]

[Angus doesn’t skip or run, rather follows her at a leisurely pace.Tad Cooper is safe in his baby sling on his side as he makes his saw downstairs.]

How long will it take to make something like a shirt?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Something like this? Hmm, well, it's a lot less than a normal shirt... maybe half an hour? An hour at most.

[She hangs back when she needs to so Angus can follow after, and then, once she reaches the costume room, starts pulling out thread, sewing scissors, and needles.]

Are you wanting to use that mask as the material? Or you can look around here, there might be something Tad likes!

[mcfife]

[He holds the sweet-faced dragon up to see what catches his attention. Tad Cooper stares into space.]

The mask is fine. It's already got holes in it. [He sets it down on the table next to Tad.] But he needs a cape, too. [He's off to cut a piece of purple fabric from the roll. Maybe some sequins would do. Or little spikes to make him appear more as a dragon.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

Naturally! He wouldn't be royalty without it.

[Christine just gets to work carefully cutting open the mask to remove the piece shaping the mask itself. She doesn't need plastic or cardboard getting in the way of her masterpiece, after all!]

[mcfife]

[Angus is able to get a few plastic bits and a square piece of fabric, and while Christine works, he arranges the decorations to find something suitable.]

How big are Tad Cooper's shoulders?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Hm, good question! Bring him over here, I can measure him.

[She digs around to look for a good tape measure and pulls it out with a little flourish, measuring the bored-looking serpent and showing the number to Angus.]

Give me a couple extra inches for the collar, okay?

[mcfife]

[He pats Tad Cooper and gets to cutting the fabric. Cutting a straight line is easy enough, though it ends up being a diagonal edge.]

Maybe a crown? King Richard would only want the best for his dragon.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Well of course! How is anyone supposed to tell he's royalty without a crown?

[She holds up her current work to the dragon and... yep, looks like the right size. She smiles softly to herself and continues stitching it up.]

He's going to look so fetching. Aren't you, Taddy?

[mcfife]

[Thaddeus licks his eye and stares into space. He's chill with this.]

Perfect! This a the future king of dragons! [He raises Tad higher, displaying his majesty to all beneath him.] Nothing can lift spirits than a finely dressed steed, don't you agree?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Of course! It helps that he's super adorable!

[If a... little out of it. It's fine. Christine just beams to herself, her tongue sticking slightly out of her mouth as she finishes up with stitching it closed.]

[mcfife]

[Angus picks up Tad and holds him in the crook of his elbow petting him on his back as if he were a cat. A good steed, yes you are.]

How much longer?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Just about... and there!

[Christine holds out the finished vest after just a few moments.]

If you want, I can work on the cape and crown on my own. But at least now, he'll have something stylish!