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?]

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(( 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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[heathencall]

Anna. [There's a chiding note in his voice, but it's mostly friendly.]

You know you need to be more specific about these names.

[likemypicture]

[She rolls her eyes.] The younger! Hans Holbein the younger! He went all around the world, painting all of the beautiful girls.[Oh. He's not asking about that one, is he.]

And Amalia of Cleves-- my sister. She was supposed to be the one for Henry.

[heathencall]

But your painting was far too beautiful for him to stop long enough to finish hers?

[That... at least sounds like how Anne's story would go. Or maybe how she would tell it. Either way, he's not exactly waiting for an answer as he shuffles into the main hall and over toward the plaque of rules]

[likemypicture]

[A quip of agreement is what she would like to do-- to insist that it's because she's more beautiful than any of the other girls he painted. Instead, she finds herself pouting as she follows after him, a giddy prance by his shuffle.]

Well, my plans for engagement had fallen through. And I was the older of the two unmarried sisters-- and Henry picked me. So my portrait was finished, and I went to England, never to return to the Holy Roman Empire. Amalia never married-- she lived with my brother and helped raise my nieces.

[heathencall]

[Dryly:] Such a shame that you couldn't return to this Holy Empire.

[He squints up at the plaque, then at the picture itself, before finally looking over at Anne.]

How do you plan on hanging this?

[likemypicture]

[Hmph.] We could just kind of.... rest it over the rules plaque. Nobody's trying to knock the doors down with a hammer anymore, it'll be fine.

[heathencall]

[Mephisto makes a face but... does his best to carefully arrange the picture of Anne just so.

It comes out a little crooked but that's fine, right?]

[likemypicture]

[She's preening]

It's perfect! [Even with the honesty. Don't say a thing about her ego. She takes a deep breath, leans back, and---]


I'M THE QUEEN OF THE OPEEEEEEE~~RAAAA~~~

[heathencall]

[Just chiming in in the background.]

She's here, the queen of the opera.

[likemypicture]

aaaaaaa~~~aaaaaa---

[oh god she's coughing again. what are high notes.]

[heathencall]

[Yeah, okay, he's a little concerned this time.]

Anne -- Anna, breathe.

[likemypicture]

[Whew, that was a doozy. She crouches down a little as she regains her breath, holding her head with one hand, and her other stabilizing herself on her knee. She wants to tell him that she's fine. Or that she's just out of practice.]

Oh, man. If I can't even hold a high note that long, the other Queens are going to make me look shameful.

[heathencall]

It's not your fault you haven't had a proper stage. If they hold that against you then perhaps some of them deserved to lose their heads.

[likemypicture]

Perhaps. I can't say much for number two, though she is the most famous of us by far. Wife Five can be a little bit of a bully, but she was a nice girl, before the whole... [She makes a slicing motion with her finger.]

I had dinner with her and Henry at court, once. She gave me a puppy, and two diamond rings!

[heathencall]

Oh, a puppy. I'm sure that makes her absolutely delightful.

[Aha, an opportunity.]

I could get you 3 puppies and enough diamonds to bathe in, you know.

[likemypicture]

Three puppies? Are you proposing?

[heathencall]

[His mouth snaps shut and his jaw tightens. Opportunity lost. No diamonds for you, Anne.]

As much as my Father might approve, we would never work.

[likemypicture]

[She’ll live, she’s discovered rhinestones.]

That didn’t stop me last time.

[heathencall]

You might have to fight Stephen. He's grown quite fond of me, the fool.

[likemypicture]

Don’t worry, I won’t get between you. Not even for three bitches. Woof.

[heathencall]

I never said I couldn't make three bitches happen. You just don't need my ring on your hand for that.

Just a signature on a line.

[likemypicture]

Are you trying to buy my soul with three puppies? [she actually. sounds offended]

[heathencall]

More the tub full of diamonds, but the puppies too, I suppose.