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]

Anne, calm- she's trying to tell us something!

'J'- Jonny?

[he is a scientist how is he believing in ghosts the answer is well he's dating a fucking fallen angel so guess this shit is just his life now]

[likemypicture]

I can’t calm down youre posessssedddddddddd

[stagemanagers]

[With that last message the feeling returns to Stephen's limbs. It'll feel weird for a few seconds and then quickly pass as if nothing happened.

For now at least.]

[37773972]

Sigyn- no! Please! Damn it, I don't understand!

[Just gonna kind of sprawl on his hands in the dirt here- he's not scuffing up any of the message, but he's definitely looking a little more bereft than he had before]

Sigyn...

[likemypicture]

[screeeeeeeeeee]

[37773972]

[this is Fine, he'll just kind of hang out here in the dirt while Anne screams for a bi- actually now, he glances towards her]

It's over, Anne. She's gone.

[likemypicture]

Where— why—- [She clutches onto Stephen]

What the hell!

[37773972]

I don't know- I don't know! [He doesn't. Quite. Throw her off, but that's kind of a strong pull away from her. He can't stand to be touched right now, not after that, not after-

he takes a breath]

I'm sorry. I just- I need a minute. Alright?

[likemypicture]

Fine! [She is shook as hell, but she’s not going to refuse him either— even if her tone is a little sharper than usual as she licks herself up. It’s fine. She’s used to being on her own. She sulks back off to Richard’s grave—- close enough that if he breaks down completely, she can return—- but far enough for him to have his space.]

[37773972]

[yeah well!!!!!! he's just. going to try and feel her again, looking down at his hands. they're aching, now, that he had his body weight on them with the injuries, but for a moment...they'd stopped hurting.

That, above anything else, is what makes him believe that wasn't just a fluke. He sighs and brings them to his chest.]

I'm sorry.

[To Anne? Sigyn? Someone else? Who knows.]