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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2020-07-26 11:34 am
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week 5

[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. ))
likemypicture: (Paid for with my own riches)

[personal profile] likemypicture 2020-07-30 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, Santana, she isn't here to answer questions, she's here to try and wedge herself through that door.]

Shhh! Just let me in! Quick! [Like she isn't..... trying to already worm her body past Santana's.]
garbageface: (and what about it?)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-07-30 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Santana steps aside, plainly confused. Her room is a mess — there’s clothes and junk everywhere, and the bed is unmade. Her favorite bloodstained steak knife is sitting on the desk, and there seems to be stuffed animal fuzz piled up in the corners. ]

Sorry, are you playing some kind of messed up hide-and-week game or what?
likemypicture: (release the bitches)

[personal profile] likemypicture 2020-07-30 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[sweet baby jesus and the animals in the manger, Santana's got so much stuff too! How's she supposed to hide here? Anne scrambles in past her anyway, trying to fit herself into one of the corners beside the door, as if she can will herself to become even smaller.]

No! That would be fun-- No! Close the door, lock it!
garbageface: (at attention)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-07-30 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As firmly as Santana can muster: ]

I’m not locking myself in my room with someone who’s gone totally off the rails, even if she did cop a castle from her shitty ex, without you proving you don’t have a weapon on you to kill me and without you telling me what the hell is going on.
likemypicture: (Not very prim and proper)

[personal profile] likemypicture 2020-07-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Forget the castle!

[whoa. who is this woman, and what has she done with "Queen of the Castle" Anne of Cleves.

Anne's frantic though, and she turns out her overall pockets, and gives her floofy sleeves a frantic wave Now she's trying to get the big pocket of the bib turned inside out, and she's biting her lip very hard as she tries not to cry.]


Please!
garbageface: (explain)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-07-30 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ between the pockets and the lip biting, Santana’s seen enough to assume Anne isn’t a threat, probably. She locks the door. ]

Okay. It’s locked. Do you, uh, want some wine or something?
likemypicture: (release the bitches)

[personal profile] likemypicture 2020-07-30 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[That causes her to pause, briefly at least-- as she tries to weigh if it's better to stay clear headed in a time like this. ...But she doesn't hear footsteps, not just yet, at least, and it might calm her down---]

Ja. Please.

If they find me-- tell them I bribed you. Or threatened you. Threatened would be better.
garbageface: (and what about it?)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-07-30 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Santana passes Anne a bottle of white wine. Sorry, she doesn’t have any glasses! ]

Okay, cool, you threatened me. Who’s looking for you?
likemypicture: (Keep it on the bone)

[personal profile] likemypicture 2020-07-30 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Anne's not very prim and proper outside of performative politeness, anyway. She takes the bottle, and throws it back like a pro. She's gotta keep some coolness points with Santana at least, now that she's dissolved into this. She has to stop to breathe, though, because her nose is full of snot, and she kind of has to cough, which she at least has the courtesy to do into her sleeve.]

My ex. Henry-- sent his men. I served my purpose, and now he's done with me. He's here for my head. [The burning of the wine as she tries to keep it down helps her feel a little courageous at least. A little more Prussian.]
garbageface: (gossip)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-07-31 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
God, your ex really does suck. [ Santana puts her hands on her hips and stands up a little straighter. ] Well, if he shows up here, I’ll go all Lima Heights on him. He’s not getting the head of a bitch with style.

[ that’s you, Anne! Unfortunately, after that rousing speech, Santana doubles over into a coughing fit. Once it passes, she does her best to straighten up, and flashes Anne the sharpest grin she can muster, although it’s a little weaker than usual. ]
likemypicture: (I'll hit replay)

[personal profile] likemypicture 2020-07-31 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hah! [ She rubs at her eye with her sleeve. It cheers her, though also worries her—- while she is sure this young woman with a bloody knife just chilling in her dressing room is totally capable of kicking ass— the chance of the two of them, against an entire team of Henry’s men? It’s hopeless, but she grins, even as Santana coughs.]

I suppose that partying was not the cure for our fevers.
garbageface: (gossip)

[personal profile] garbageface 2020-07-31 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Nah, but it was a good party. All the other ones we’ve had here have been, like, super sad and therefore lame.

[ Santana gives Anne an approving nod. Then, remembering that she’d seen Brittany at Anne’s party: ]</small You know this whole your-ex-is-out-to-kill-you thing could be just a part of the sickness, right?