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. ))

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[madgiganticfeelings]

[She already promised to keep her lips sealed about his soft spot! She's just honoured that he feels comfortable enough with her to show it more often... though he does seem to worry about the strangest things. She giggles softly, but at least seems to make an effort to consider it.]

Well, this may come as a surprise, but I'm not one for normal terms of endearment. If you don't want to be seen as more important, though... liege wouldn't work either. And you aren't exactly a king either. Maybe I can call you my knight? Since you've been trying so hard to protect me...

[heathencall]

A knight. [He may scoff, but his expression is thoughtful. It isn't perfect -- armor is far too heavy and gaudy for him. But it isn't the worst title she could have suggested, either.

She was his charge, his duty to protect. It was as fitting of at title as they could manage.]

Yes, I think that will do just fine.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[It was as fitting as they were going to get, and Christine was content with that. So long as Mephisto was happy with it... and if he wasn't, they could always change it.]

I think so as well, my brave knight.

[She feels warm when she says it, a giggle slipping past her lips as she curtsies from her spot on the ground.]