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. ))

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[37773972]

[He recognizes that- it's not the same as Riley, but...that's honestly for the best. It might have made him hesitate. As it is, though he arches his brow at being old, but at the whistle?

He only needs a few steps before he's moved in to a run. It's- uncomfortable, with his arms, but not impossible.]

[garbageface]

[ Sorry Stephen, you’re old and Santana’s whistle is cool! For all Santana’s talk about racing, she doesn’t actually go that fast, instead trailing behind him just enough to put the fear of god mephisto teen cheerleaders in him.

Once they’ve made it to the top of the stairs: ]

Cool, now you won’t pull a muscle. Now, back down to the fitness center. I’m gonna take you through some stretches.

[ She’ll lead him down there, and focus mostly on stretching his legs and back, with some light arm motion thrown in. Throughout, she’ll shout Jillian Michaels-type “feel the burn” encouragements, delivered in the tone of a drill sergeant, even though the stretches themselves aren’t actually all that difficult — she’s mostly trying to avoid re-injury and get his body loosened up, at this stage. ]

[37773972]

[If he had just dove in with Santana, as it were, he may have already been exhausted; as it is, he's still not in shape, but he's at least on the path to it?

That doesn't mean he doesn't give her a look as they head right back down. Really, Santana?

Still. Even as they're doing it, he's got something of a smile on his face, but by the end? He's flat on the floor, sweat sheening his hair.]

Tell me there's a water break somewhere in here...!

[That's not a cry of giving up. That's...a good thing?]

[garbageface]

Fine. But only because I’m taking pity on you.

[ That’s said fondly, though. Santana gestures over to a water cooler in the corner. ]

I want you whipped into shape
When I say jump say, "How high"
You know your're doin' it right
When you start to cry

[ Santana gets some water for herself, too. ]

If I were Coach Sylvester, I’d never let us take a break, but I’m not that terrible.

[37773972]

Thank God for that.

[He's just gonna pull himself to his feet, heading for the cooler. While he's smart enough not to glug a pint, he downs what he does take greedily]

I'm pretty sure Coach Sylvester didn't have to start from nothing.