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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. ))
heathencall: (:??)

[personal profile] heathencall 2020-07-30 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mephisto swallows. He wants to believe it. Some part of him even appreciates Stephen saying it.

... But there's another part of him that can't shake the feeling that the next body he finds is going to be Stephen's.]


Don't lie to me.
37773972: (am I just a ghost in my own machine)

[personal profile] 37773972 2020-07-30 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
For ever and ever I'm a part of

[His hands shift their grip, but don't let go. They're tighter now, because he may not be telling the truth...but he believes this.]

You and me
We're in this together now


[And he needs to believe in something, just like he said before.]
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[personal profile] heathencall 2020-07-30 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[His fingers tighten against Stephen's, but he doesn't say (or sing) anything back. Nothing that he wants to say has been coming out, and that honesty had gotten him in trouble the day prior.]

I don't know what to do.
37773972: (my salvation's)

[personal profile] 37773972 2020-07-30 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That makes two of us.

[And like that, the song releases its hold on him. He sags, forehead touching Mephisto's own, eyes closing as he grimaces]

...tonight. Let's make sure everyone's in their rooms before we go to bed? [If he can stay awake that long.]
heathencall: (:??)

[personal profile] heathencall 2020-07-30 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
A wise plan.

[He doesn't make a move to get up, not yet. They have time before everyone will be settled in for the night. And even if his parts of him ache and tremble, he can at least take comfort in this small moment of warmth.]
37773972: (the more I try to stop this)

[personal profile] 37773972 2020-07-30 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Neither does Stephen. But he begins to lower his hands, and takes a breath, and]

...after we do. Can I stay with you?
heathencall: (:) ?)

[personal profile] heathencall 2020-07-30 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Always.

[As long as Stephen's close, he's safe. If Stephen sleeps in his room, Mephisto can't find his body on the floor in the morning.

He thinks.]