week 5

[stagemanagers]

[That was...an absolute shitshow. More beloved friends are dead in a mess of a trial that's left Angus half the man he was, Riley in a free fall and the Phantom...somehow still standing despite taking two stabs to the torso.

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 door blocking the stairwell on the second floor has been unsealed. You can now venture up to the third floor! You have so much space now, it's just a shame it's all come at the cost of eight lives.

But despite the tragedy you have made progress! The trip into the Phantom's lair yielded some hints to the past of the Opera House, your house manager's apparently grim hobby and the possibility of an ally outside the Opera House. Who knows what this week will bring?]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( Welcome to Week 5! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! You can also still contact the Phantom. ))

Comments

[37773972]

At least there's something good about this place. [Aside from meeting everyone, but that's...not going to be touched on right now] How long are you going to try and grow it?

[recessives]

[ She thinks for a second. ]

I mean... probably around as long as the wig? It's how I've always wanted my hair to look anyway, but... maybe I'll dye it.

[37773972]

Has it ever been that long? [Or...long in the first place.]

[recessives]

[ she shakes her head ]

I've been... it's been this way since I was little.

[37773972]

...and only now you're getting better? [That's. Odd.]

[recessives]

It's...

[ How To Explain Nathan Wallace Politely, now that she knows. ]

I remembered last night that... I'm not sick anymore.

[37773972]

[bwuh]

...wait. Were you sick at all, while you were here?

slaps a "repo spoilers" on this thread if anyone's worried

[recessives]

[ She shakes her head, looking kind of wistfully at the wig. ]

I... wasn't ever actually sick to begin with.

[37773972]

Is this something I can ask about, or is it none of my business?

[recessives]

[ "Let me introduce you to the man who made you sick!"

Hm. ]

It's... a long story. But I wasn't sick, I was... it was poison. No poison, no symptoms.

[37773972]

Wh- who would do that!?

[Sorry Shilo, he's dropped all humor]

It's out of your system, now, though, right? You're fine? [WELCOME TO BEING FUSSED OVER. Except he's keeping his distance, but is visibly worried]

[recessives]

It's gone.

[ It's okay, humor can be gone now. ]

My father... wanted to keep me safe, after my mom died. And he chose one hell of a way to do it.

[ She misses her feelings about her dad not being this complicated! Oof! ]

[37773972]

[He opens his mouth.

He closes it.

Opens-]

What the fuck?!

[and then he seems to catch himself]

Sorry, Shilo, I just- what the hell was he thinking!?

[recessives]

[ LISTEN, THAT'S A MOOD AND A THING SHE HAS ASKED HERSELF MORE THAN ONCE ]

No, it's... that's a valid question.

[ A breath. ]

My world sucks. And he didn't want me out in it, like he had to be. And that's... the solution he came up with.

[37773972]

[what is WITH you kids and your SHITTY PARENTS?? aside from Christine's, hers seem cool. Also, Steven's dad.]

That's a pretty shitty solution, if you ask me.

[recessives]

It's...

[ She sighs. ]

Yeah, it was. But... it doesn't really matter now, anyway.

[37773972]

Maybe not, but- shit. I'm sorry that he did that. [What else can he say?...maybe a subject change]

I guess that explains why you never learned to swim, too.