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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2020-07-19 11:27 am
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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. ))
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[personal profile] musacal 2020-07-24 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ She holds it out a bit more, looking it over. ]

Sort of. It’s related to it.

This is the script... of our first year performance of the play “Starlight”. The first play I ever did on an actual stage with other people.

...That performance. That original performance of “Starlight” that we did, together...

[ She hugs the script close again. ]

That’s my most precious thing. It’s a stage just for us. The only stage for me.
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[personal profile] heathencall 2020-07-24 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
And instead, you were dragged here to perform on a bloody stage such as this one.

[He studies the page awhile longer. It's getting easier to comprehend caring so deeply about something, but the idea of giving that something up? That's harder.]

Why are you so willing to sacrifice it? You've only just met the majority of us. It doesn't seem a fair trade.
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[personal profile] musacal 2020-07-25 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ She keeps her head down and mulls over the question for a while, wondering how much she should say or reveal... but eventually she continues: ]

...I’ve always been alone, you know. Ever since I was young. I’ve never been important enough to anyone that they didn’t decide to leave me behind for something else. That changed when I went to Seisho, but before then it was always that way.

Everyone here though... I may not be friends with everyone, but the people I have interacted with have been so kind and wonderful to me. I’m not saying I’m important to the group but... I feel like people care.

None of this is right. No one should have had to die or be this traumatized. And so I just... feel this need to protect them.

[ And then she pauses again.

“Things like that really shouldn’t go on forever.” ]


...And maybe it’s also time I stopped living a life of encores.
Edited 2020-07-25 03:20 (UTC)
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[personal profile] heathencall 2020-07-25 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[As Nana speaks, Mephisto leans back in his chair. He folds his hands over his chest, eyes closed. It might be easily mistaken for ignorance, if not for the way his brow draws knits and unknits itself as she speaks.

When she finishes, he cracks an eye open.]


Do not think for a second that you are not important to this group. [And before she can get the "wrong" idea --] Someone here cares about you, of that much I can be certain. And if nothing else, every person here is one more person that can stand against the Phantom.

[He could leave it at that, maintain some semblance of aloofness. But he relents.]

If nothing else, know that as long as you stand with us, I will stand with you. At least for as long as it takes to return you to where you belong.
Edited 2020-07-25 05:54 (UTC)