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]

Maybe Santana can help you with PT, then. We're working on mine.

...if you need it in the first place.

[heathencall]

Unless Santana is hiding wings I don't know about, I don't believe she can help.

[His arm didn't go unscathed either, but he'd at least retained some amount of motion despite his injuries.]

[37773972]

If she is, she's doing a good job. I was thinking more- trying to help you work it, that kind of thing. Since the pain's under control.

[heathencall]

I'm recovering fine on my own, thank you.

[The meds are giving him a headache though. At least he's pretty sure it's the meds. Maybe it's just the conversation.]

[37773972]

[He holds up a hand in a pacifying gesture- or as much as one as he can make] Just a thought. [He still feels guilty, alright? And wants to do something. Concern lingers on his face, but he doesn't press the issue. Instead;] I guess I'm just on edge with the shift from promise to threat.

[heathencall]

We changed the status quo last week, Stephen. This has to be expected.

[Not that Mephisto wasn't entirely bothered, but thus far he hasn't seen much tin indicate that any of them will actually fall ill.

Even if he had managed to cure Shilo whatever illness she had.]

We've struck a blow against him, he's going to want to strike back now.

[37773972]

This isn't something we can just ignore, though. If we are going to get sick, then- how far is he willing to go, to push us?

[The others were promises- and two were accidents, not even trying to take the bait. Only Riley rose to the occasion, so to speak, and Angus- but both were sick, in different senses of the word.]

[heathencall]

[He doesn't like to think about it. He doesn't want to think about those that are going to get hurt this week -- because what have they done to actively prevent it?

His head spins for a moment, but he's sure it's just aggravation.]

We do what we always do. We keep our spirits high, show him that this won't work.

[37773972]

[Stephen remembers worrying a bit last week, over possible threats- he wonders if Mephisto was as tired of it then as he must be now. But the angel's surety is calming, and he nods, finding strength in it.]

...right. If he wanted us dead outright, there's faster ways.

[heathencall]

Exactly.

[He rubs at his temple, breathing out slowly.]

I'm not going to lose anyone else, Stephen.

[37773972]

[He's quiet for a long moment...then...reaches to rest a hand on Mephisto's shoulder.]

As long as you're not going anywhere, either.

[heathencall]

[Mephisto does his best to smile.]

I made a promise, did I not?

[37773972]

You did. I'm just reminding you.

[Please don't ever leave.]

[heathencall]

[The smile wobbles. Something presses into Mephisto's throat.]

How could I forget?