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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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.]

[likemypicture]

[If Anne notices how dangerously close to being dissed she was, she doesn't notice, just standing back and watching impatiently. Looks like.... a chapter on royalty and--- Oh. There's a picture of Henry VIII that somebody has drawn all over, the way that kids draw over the pictures of other kids in their yearbooks.

And Anne looks pretty pleased with herself.]

[heathencall]

[Oh. Mephisto's lips split into a grin. It might have been a childish effort, but he seems pleased by the result all the same. That smile turns into an outright chuckle as he sets the book down and glances up at her.]

Completely deserved, that was.

[likemypicture]

[Her smile brightens again, a single new point for Anne in terms of turning grouchy-faces less-grouchy.]

I'm going through a rebellious phase.

Who's your friend?

[heathencall]

[Aaaaand there goes the mirth. He glowers at the cat-creature.]

We are not friends. [Grumble, grumble] The booth. He won't let go

[likemypicture]

[Booooo--- She reaches out to give the cat a little hat A PAT NOT A HAT, but quickly quips]

If you flip another few pages, I drew a mustache on Kathy Parr.

[heathencall]

[He does indeed flip a few pages, although]

Am I supposed to know who she is?

[likemypicture]

Her? No Way.

Wife number six. I had thought after five, he'd come back crawling.

[heathencall]

What is wrong with this husband of yours. I can hardly comprehend the concept of any relationship.

[likemypicture]

Ex Husband. [she gives a dainty little shrug]

Ego? All I know is after the whole Robin Hood stunt, he did not like me me much.

[heathencall]

You should have taken something of his. His manhood, perhaps. It sounds like he didn't deserve keeping it.

[likemypicture]

I took Richmond Palace. That's something, perhaps?

[heathencall]

Seeing as how I don't know what that is, not really.

[likemypicture]

Really? Mary trapped Elizabeth there-- oh, nevermind. Just take my word for it that it was exquisite.

[heathencall]

You will have to show me at some point. When we're all out of here. I do love castles.