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

[likemypicture]

[Anne spends most of Tuesday, after the announcement, perched in the main lobby under what used to be the rules. Instead, it's been replaced by a portrait that--- wow, is that Anne in the painting? It's so weird, because there's something a little different, but it's hard to place your finger on. Anne doesn't seem to notice though, as she's eager to sit directly below it and ham up all of the attention-- anytime anyone seems to notice her, she sits up a little straighter and tries to put on the weird flat smile the portrait has. Her ego. It's amazingly large.

Towards the evening though, Anne and Tad Cooper can be found jamming invitations under people's doors. Plague or no plague, they're gonna party like it's 1539. the invitations are beautiful, just like her pic

Later still, well past her bedtime, Anne can be found outside at the cemetery, in front of Richard's grave with...]

Alright, cuz. I'm doing what you said. I'm

Burning the letters you wrote them--- [She lights a match--- and shrieks and jerks back from the burning letter that she's now dropped onto the ground. Someone stop her from burning down the opera house.]

lobby

[holyspit]

Oh, wow-

[Much improved over the rules, honestly.]

That's- you, right? ....I think maybe the perspective is off or something, sorry, is that rude? It feels like that might be rude to say.