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Week 6
[Well, that was...a lot. You only lost two more friends this week, but due to nothing more than an accident, Jeremy and Shilo are both gone. And the SQUIP, of course, but that one doesn't seem to concern you much, does it?
Regardless, when you wake on Sunday, you'll find that you've regained another memory, right on schedule. Another floor has also opened up, the apparent product of a successful trial.
But you have still made gains in other ways! Your efforts have produced successful contact with the afterlife; now you know that all your dead friends are still around somewhere. You've also managed to befriend Chewie, the person on the other side of the Phantom's mysterious harassing texts. They all want you to keep going - so you'd better find a way to do that, hadn't you?]
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. ))
Regardless, when you wake on Sunday, you'll find that you've regained another memory, right on schedule. Another floor has also opened up, the apparent product of a successful trial.
But you have still made gains in other ways! Your efforts have produced successful contact with the afterlife; now you know that all your dead friends are still around somewhere. You've also managed to befriend Chewie, the person on the other side of the Phantom's mysterious harassing texts. They all want you to keep going - so you'd better find a way to do that, hadn't you?]
(( 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. ))
SUNDAY
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And the new floor! It's like an amazing gift, just for Anne. There's glitter still on the tables in the art room, and she quickly finds the stash of it in the supplies, and throws a good handful in the air, spinning around in it, humming a cheerful melody.
The Tech Room wouldn't seem to be the type of thing a Queen who died in 1540 should know about-- but Anne wasn't lying about the pop concert thing. She spends a good chunk of time in there, playing with the fog machines, making sparks happen with an excited laugh-- and finally, after she's set up a speaker and microphone for herself, she lets out the song in her head and her heart.]
Henry, yeah I'm through!
Too many times it's been told--
And I have had enough love stories to get old!
I don't need your loo~ooo~~~veee~~
[Wow. That felt.... wow.]
I've got to bring these somewhere with better acoustics.
[Forget that, though-- after the empowerment power hour in the tech room, Anna's on the prowl again. And she finds The Lodge-- she peeks in, then quickly turns around, hauling ass downstairs. A bit later, she returns with her own portrait, trying to figure out the logistics of hanging it up over the fireplace. Someone save her, before she falls into the fireplace trying to get this up.]
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[hi, it's This Guy.]
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He shakes his head and makes for the kitchen. There are few things that Mephisto can manage to cook, but eggs are almost impossible to mess up. He spends his time making way too much. He even throws on some bacon and toast, though the former probably comes out a little too crispy, and the latter a little burnt. It's still a meal, right?
Once the food is set in the dining hall, Mephisto climbs higher into the Opera House. He has a suspicion, and that suspicion is confirmed as he sees the new floor. At least the chill doesn't seem to bother him.
His first stop is the ice rink, where he takes one look at the ice skates and -- no wait, he remembers people doing this. He doesn't put them on right away, but he does admire them a little. His finger carefully traces along the blade, careful to not outright injure himself.
On the other end of the hall, Mephisto takes only a moment to peek into the infirmary. There's a lot he doesn't understand in here, but he'll take a moment to be bitter that it wasn't available earlier. It also serves as a reminder to check on his wing. He removes the bandages and -- It disappears back into whatever state its partner did. He can't quite see how the tattoos look now, but that's a problem for future Mephisto.
He spends the rest of the day in the art studio. He's got his own canvas out, but... doesn't seem to be making much head way. Mostly he's lamenting the fact that all of his wine is gone.]
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time for some art therapy!
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She dearly hopes that was the real Jeremy. It's all she can really cling to.
She does go to investigate the fourth floor. The infirmary is noted for later, and the ice rink is... odd, but could promise some fun later. She spends most of her time up there in the refreshment area. She needs so much hot cocoa right now. And she'd love to enjoy a cup with whoever comes in.
She also has a tray of chocolate chip cookies with her? The note on the plate reads "Made with ♡ using Sigyn's secret recipe." What could that be about?
She can also be found in the fitness room, which is probably an odd choice for her. Probably even older is that she... has a flute from the music room in here with her, which she's now using to whack around a punching bag. Jesus. Okay. At least her battle cries as she swings at it are rather comical.
And finally that evening, once again, she's at the cemetery. There are more letters to share, and she also leaves roses from a bouquet she got from the booth on each marker.
On the middle gravestone, she tapes one extra letter: "Dear Beetlejuice,
Please let me know when you are free to talk. I would like to arrange a meeting with you, if you can come without summoning.
-Christine Canigula"
She won't stay long there, but at least she smiles when people come by. Maybe she's finally starting to get back to normal. Or her version of normal.]
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She tries to push those thoughts away as best she can. They’re not helping anyone.
That day, Santana will report to Stephen’s room first thing in the morning, for a workout. Regardless of how long Stephen feels like staying, she’ll be in the fitness center pretty much all morning, working on what appears to be strength and agility-building exercises.
That afternoon, Santana visits the library for the first time. She’s looking for books on two topics: self-defense and ghosts. Feel free to catch her searching for a book, or paging through a mystery, looking simultaneously disgusted and engrossed.
That evening, she’ll curl up in the lodge under a blanket, with a cup of hot cocoa. Despite the comfy atmosphere, Santana is wide awake — it looks like she’s scheming. Every so often, she’ll frown, and make a note on a scrap of paper she’s got set up in her lap. ]
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find toys.
So uh. There's a little kitten rolling out into the hall carrying two (2) Iver-Johnson .32s. They're unloaded at least, but... they are being waved around with manic delight. There's also two knives attached to their back tentacles but -- after a few instances of accidentally stabbing themselves it's clear that the knives are very much fake.
Left to their own devices, of course, the kitten will continue to roam. Into the kitchen where they remember that father, their awful father, has not yet fed them and they must consume]
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"Karen-chan... why do you shine so brightly? Why are you this blinding?!"
Nana had expected this since last weekend's memories, but when she wakes there's still tears in her eyes.
It wasn't Hikari who really changed the cycle. It was Hikari who changed Karen.
After allowing herself a private moment to grieve, she leaves her dressing room to explore the new floor. She walks through the halls on autopilot though, not really taking anything in...
Until she gets to the art room anyway. Some of the materials make her think of Class B working on all their props tirelessly into the night.
"Oh! I like the new costumes for the goddesses!"
"This is how the new set will look..."
She looks to the corner of the room and for a moment imagines their old prop for the Tower, discarded in favor of a newer, different tower. She may not be hallucinating anymore but the image is engraved in her mind. ]
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I was fine with the Revues
That would come into our life again and again
I was fine, 'cause I knew
That they didn't really matter until you
I was fine when she came
And we fought like it was all some silly game
Over the stage, who it'd choose
After all those years, I never thought I'd lose...
It's over, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it over?
It's over, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it over?
You won when you chose her and now all I did is gone
It's over, isn't it?
Why can't I move on?
[ She crouches down closer to the corner and hugs her knees. ]
It's over, isn't it?
Why can't I move on...
[ Later she can be found at refreshments, making herself hot chocolate and a snack. Every now and then she looks up though, as if expecting someone else to be here. Someone who might hug her and comfort her with Shakespeare quotes and such...
But she's not hallucinating anymore. So Junna won't come. ]
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[Later on in the day, he's made his way to the ice rink and he's cautiously attempting to- oh, wait. No. He's faceplanting on the ice. That's what's happening.]
[And finally he's gotten an interesting assortment of items from the merchandise booth, including a pistol currently being held as gingerly as physically possible.]
...so this is just a prop, ri-
[Boy that sure is a gunshot echoing through the opera house.]
AAAAH, WHAT THE HECK WHAT THE HECK WHY-?!
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MONDAY
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Four, three, two, one
Earth below us
Drifting, falling
Floating, weightless
Calling, calling home
[Yes, he's chosen one of his own favorite songs. If he's going to do a
n experimenttest with all this, better later than never and all, he may as well start with the basics - right?...anyway, after that, he'll be walking the grounds. He walks the perimeter of the gates - the garden, the field, the cemetery - `finally coming to stare up at those large, imposing gates. He stays there for some time before finally walking off.
In the evening, you'll find him in the infirmary, taking an inventory of everything that's there - much as he had done with the supply closet, with Riley, weeks ago.]
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Ugh, I’ve already got a bunch of these. Guess you’re useless as ever, merchandise booth!
[ But this scrunchie feels...different, somehow. Instead of tossing it, she pockets it and heads to the first floor women’s bathroom to try it on. The results are surprisingly good! She beams, and to whoever’s next to her, says: ]
Damn, I look hot.
[ Later that day, she’ll feel good and empowered, and struts down the hall, in unusually good spirits. ]
Bitch, I'm bout to blew up too
I'm the one today
I'm the new shit boo
Young Santana
Who are you bitch, new lunch?
I'mma ruin you cunt
What you gon' do when I appear?
W-W-when I premiere?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine
[ She’ll finish her weird parade in the fitness room, where she’s posing in front of the mirrored walls, scrunchie in her hair and steak knife in her hand. She sure does feel like a bad bitch. ]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: IF I HAD MY TIME AGAIN
Always, we are just stumbling forward
Hustled forward
Jostled from behind by time
And sometimes, it's like you’re being dragged
Yet always lagging
Trying to keep in time with time
But if you could stop the clock for just one day
If you could freeze a moment for a moment
Rest before the measure's over
Hold the beat for just one day...
[The Phantom raises a hand and - just for a moment - the eternal night outside flickers into day, with a bright blue sunny sky overhead. Honestly, the effect is probably blinding, but it’s only momentary.]
If you could wind it back and start afresh
Just a day to catch your breath
To make mistakes and set them right
Delay the coming of the night...
If you successfully get away with a murder this week, you will be returned to a past time of your choosing, with your memories intact, that you might undo whatever mistakes you made.
[He turns around, reaches out to grasp the iron bars of the gates - and stops for a moment, raising his head slowly. It’s as if he’s just heard something, but none of the rest of you can hear or see anything amiss. Then the moment’s gone; he shakes his head sharply, pulls the gates open, and strides out into the darkness of the forest.]
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And of course, Mephisto, staring at another canvas, trying to shake the memory. At least RiRi seems happy -- the octokitten has both milk and tuna today (or maybe just empty plate and bowl, if you aren't there within 5 minutes of feeding time). Even when they finish eating, there's plenty of things to play with.
Later, much later in the evening, Mephisto will be at the pool, sans kitten, more or less. Testing a theory, testing mortality. He's mostly settled at the bottom, chest bare and eyes closed, holding his breath for as long as he can.
It's kind of been awhile, huh?]
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[Unfortunately there's no clear solution immediately, so- he'll have to think for a bit.]
[First up is something that should have happened Sunday, but unfortunately gun (thanks Jonny). Steven's in the costume shop with one of the other things to come out of the merchandise booth, carefully repairing a small tear that's bleeding fluff.]
Don't worry, this shouldn't hurt. And once my powers are back I'll be able to fix you up for real, so this is just to make sure it doesn't get worse, okay?
[It's pretty basic stitching, but it's closing up the fabric.]
You don't look like anything else I've seen come out of that booth, do you belong to someone here?
[Later on, Steven's back in the recording booth. He checks through the recordings he and Christine found again, but those (probably?) haven't changed. So he's leaving some recordings of his own.]
Hi, my name is Steven Quartz Universe. If you're hearing this, I really hope it's in happy circumstances, cause things are pretty rough right now-
[And let's just assume there's a recap of the game so far right here, it'd be kind of a pain to type out even if I weren't on mobile.]
[Later on, after leaving his message to possible future rounds, Steven's plugged in one of the electric guitars from downstairs, and is making a marginally less serious recording.]
Can't you see it in our eyes?
We're the ones, we're the
Five! Six! Seven!
We're going to survive
We're not losing anybody
But just please don't go back in time
Or you'll destroy yourself!
We're all in this opera house
We will get out alive
I accidentally created
An alternate timeline
We'll all stop the Opera Ghost
Yes we'll all survive
I learned to stay true to myself
By watching myself die
[That's probably fine.]
[Later on in the day, it seems a solution has presented itself; Steven and Christine are set up in the dining hall with a small selection of snacks from the kitchen and bakery, but most importantly a large sign that's taken full advantage of the paints and markers in the art room.]
☆♡FREE* HUGS♡☆
Beat back the opera house blues by hugging it out with Christine Canigula and Steven Universe
Snacks Provided
*requires one promise not to kill or attempt to incite killing
[If you are in any way spotted, Steven will try to wave you over.]
Come on, you know you wanna.
[The stuffed rabbit(?) from the merchandise booth is also sitting on the table, for extra hugability and in case anyone recognizes it as theirs.]
Dining Hall!
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Mephisto himself, on the other hand, makes a quick trip to the graveyard in the morning, dropping off a letter there. From there, he returns to the recording studio. He isn't really visible outright, instead settled with his head in his hands against the wall.
Not really the best way to spend a day, really. And with Mephisto not really drawing attention to himself, he's bound to startle someone at some point. Whoops.]
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One can't stay in the pool forever, though. So he's out, changing his wrappings, and heading to...the chapel, of all places. A single candle is lit and held in his hands as he stands in front of the stained glass window, studying the figure.
Eventually? He's at the cemetery. He stands by Sigyn's grave for a bit before walking to...Angus's, of all people. Gazing down at the stone as if he has something to say- and then apparently deciding otherwise, and moving on.]
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He stops in the kitchen, setting RiRi down to have a morning meal of fish (this time Mephisto puts only a little on their plate -- look at him, learning moderation). A quick meal is thrown together -- eggs and bacon, same as before. He leaves it on the stove for anyone that might come by, and scoops up the now dozing Octokitten.
The remainder of the morning is spent much like the day prior -- Mephisto posted up in the recording studio. He's straining himself trying to listen, hoping that someone might reach out. He gives up around lunchtime, retreating downstairs to clean up the kitchen and give RiRi their lunch.
Mephisto tries to spend some time in the library, but seems to become restless after a period time. Hefting both cat and book up once more, he opts to take his reading out to the graveyard. He's settled with his back against various headstones -- at first Riley's, then Red's, then Sigyn after that. He doesn't read aloud, but he does remark on a number of more... interesting moments in today's history lesson.
By the time it's "evening," though, Mephisto has given up on his book and opted to simply lay back in the grass. He stares at the impossible sky and --
quickly has to shake himself out of his thoughts as he feels the sensation of falling once more]
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After making a round of the whole place, poking her head in each room just to make sure there's nothing too out of sorts, she heads to the library. She had tried to look for clues on this Evan person before, but she had gotten frustrated quickly. First, she's just got to see how these books are organized? Alphabetically? By some Dewey Decimal System of sorts?
Either way, if she spots anyone while she's snooping around, she'll wave them over to the other side.]
I'll start over here, and you take that end! [She hasn't even explained what she's looking for.
After her work, though, she's ready for a little fun, which means hanging out in the recording booth.
Okay, fine, she may be looking for a chance to communicate with her friends, but she doesn't mind also passing the time with a bit of strengthening her Stage Girl skills, as Claudine would put it.]
Mic check, one, two... mic check, one, two...Okay! Hello, everyone! If you're listening to this, I'm Christine Canigula. I'm um... not sure if you're trapped here, like I am. If you are, it's probably been a rough time, and I'm sorry. But... but people say I'm good at giving them something to smile about? So I'm hoping this message makes you smile.
Don't let anyone bring you down. You're strong, and smart, and you're you. That's an amazing thing to be!
Please know that no matter what you're going through, I believe in you. If... If a normal high school girl like me can make it, I think you'll be okay.
First thing, we make you feel better
Next stop, we pull it all together
I'll keep you warm like a sweater
Take my hand, hold on forever
Just fall apart if you need to
I'm here and I won't leave you now
Don't look down
Hold on forever...
[It's a cheerful, bubbly song, with a bubbly voice performing. And of course she signs off with a bunch of goofy noises, so she hopes some part of it will put a smile on someone's face.
And as is tradition, she finds her way to the graveyard, leaving her letters. Not everyone gets one, but they all get roses, at least, as well as some of the tea crinkles Christine still has left over.
And there's one more thing she wants to do. The sapling she's received from the merch booth shouldn't be stuck in a pot... and she thinks it'd be nice to spend some time here, planting it while thinking of the friends she's lost.
She finds a spot a short ways away from the graves, trying to kick a hole in the dirt. This would probably be easier with tools... but she would feel a little awkward using those ones Jeremy had used for a more morbid task.]
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Later, once she's satisfied with the macarons she made, she's going to make two stops with two separate portions.
First, the box office, where she usually leaves the baked goods for the Phantom. She will leave it alone but come back to check up on it every so often as well as her dressing room to see if any replies appeared to the message she left with it.
Secondly, she goes to the cemetery, where she places the other plate down in front of Claudine's gravestone. She also leaves a letter:
Clau-chan,
I'm sorry I missed your birthday, and that you couldn't be here right now to celebrate it.
I tried my hand at macarons in your honor, I wish you could try them yourself.
I'm going to keep doing my best to move forward. We're going to get you all back, I promise. We're going to go home together no matter what.
I miss you.
Sincerely, Nana
She stays for a little while in front of Claudine's grave just to think in silence before walking around to examine the other graves. She has no letters or offerings for them, but she does linger on each one with her hand gently on the tombstone for a few seconds before moving on. ]
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Most of which involves going up and down the stairs, dragging equipment from the Tech Room down to the ballroom--- and then laying on the floor of either of the rooms staring at the ceiling like she's going to die, after or during lugging two fog machines, several speakers and microphones, and some fun lighting equipment-- especially of the strobe variety. She may be fierce and powerful, but she is one woman, this is heavy equipment, and that was four flights of stairs!!!!! While she's in the tech room, she does keep her promise to Christine to investigate as she moves through the equipment on the shelves.
Lastly, in the evening, Anne can be found in the lodge, Tad Cooper on her shoulder, wearing a comfy sweater over unfortunately metallic leggings. She's hard at work-- either writing, or trying to put the finishing touches on a tiny little embroidered cape for Tad Cooper. When it's finally time for bed, she stalls-- hanging around in the lobby or the hallways near her dressing room as long as she can-- which, given her big day of physical labor, isn't that long.]
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[It's peaceful.]
[Later on, Steven is set up in the art room, painting- it. Might be a little hard to tell, Steven is not an Amazing Artist. But a little examination will reveal that it's a group portrait of everyone in the Opera House, including those they've lost. Including Lion, RiRi, Tad Cooper, and, self-indulgently, a group of people and a balding man that no one besides maybe Stephen will recognize.]
[Much later in the evening, getting close to lights out, Steven can be found generally wandering the opera house, just kind of pacing. If he sees you, he'll brighten up a little and approach.]
Hey! How're you doing? Holding up okay? It's- been kind of a long week, you know?