Week 6

[stagemanagers]

[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. ))

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SUNDAY

[stagemanagers]

[likemypicture]

[Sunday comes as always with a song in Anne's head, and this time, her heart and spirits high and aflutter. Sure, awful things have happened-- but there's newfound independence to her that's refreshing, especially after the trauma of fearing Henry's laugh and shadow last week.

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.]

the lodge

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-Anne? What are you doing?

[hi, it's This Guy.]

[heathencall]

[Mephisto is getting real tired of walking in on people lighting things on fire. That's clearly smoke, after all, and there are sparks everywhere.]

Anna -- Please tell me you're alive in here.

[stagemanagers]

[Anne, you majestic unicorn of a woman, there's a special surprise waiting in your room whenever you come back:

Leafy veggies and herbs! They've been arranged into the shape of an "A" on her vanity. Tonight, Tad Cooper shall feast.]

[heathencall]

[Mephisto emerges from his room looking... grimly amused. He'd been a fool, of course that plan couldn't work. The fact that it had gone as far as it did --

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.]

infirmary

[37773972]

-well, we could have used this a while ago.

[Hi, Mephisto, it's ya boyfriend also exploring.]

time for some art therapy!

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Listen, as much as visual art is probably her most rusty of the creative mediums, Christine can appreciate having some time for her inner Bob Ross as much as the next person. She's peeking her head in to see if they have watercolours, or if it's just oil pain, when she spots Mephisto.

But for once, she doesn't immediately announce her prescence. It is time for her to enact her revenge for all those times that she's been startled by the intimidating figure Mephisto can be, and tiptoe up to him. She's not... entirely sure what her plan is. Yelling and grabbing his shoulders seems startling enough, if she can make it just a bit further...]

kitchen

[stagemanagers]

[At a point, whenever Mephisto looks away for a few seconds from the plate eggs and bacon, a small portion of it is missing! That and it looks like someone's written something in blood on the table- oh wait, it's just ketchup.]

Thank you ♡
~ Riley

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Waking up with a good dream for once only serves to leave Christine more mournful when day, whatever it means in this eternal night, finally breaks. She can remember the sound of Jeremy's laughter so clearly, as they read lines to each other in goofier and goofier voices, each of them trying their best not to screw up a line and break the moment.

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.]

cemetary

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[boogie woogie woogie it's a dad. He's already out here, standing at Sigyn's grave, and when he sees Christine come up...]

Delivering the letters?

[stagemanagers]

[So, Christine. Something interesting is happening tonight!

When she settles down for her nightly "please channel me" sessions she'll feel her writing hand go tingly and, without her input, her hand starts to write:]

Is now a good time? -Richard R

[garbageface]

[ That night, Santana has a good dream. A really good dream. But when she wakes up, she just feels hollow. What does it matter, when so many here are dead, when there’s a very real possibility that she’ll never get out of this place?

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. ]

his room

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[He gets the door rather quickly- but only cracks it open]

Give me a couple minutes, all right? I can meet you there.

[His voice is low- like he's trying to be quiet]

fitness center

[madgiganticfeelings]

[It's an hour or two before Christine arrives in the fitness room. It's a little odd to see her. Honestly, she isn't sure if she's been in here since it opened up. She is in one of the Eminem t-shirts and her leggings. She doesn't want her skirt or... arm thing... to get sweaty, after all!

She hangs up the cloak she was wearing too, but she's still holding a flute in one hand when she spots Santana and waves.]

Hey! You getting in a workout?

[heathencall]

[Father has once again neglected RiRi 'Ribbit' Ozymandias Puck Jr. Father has neglected them, and he will suffer. The door is open and RiRi 'Ribbit' Ozymandias Puck Jr. will --

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]

[madgiganticfeelings]

[It is snack time for everyone, it seems, as when RiRi 'Ribbit' Ozymandias Puck Jr. enters on their dreadful mission, they will run into Christine, holding a fresh tray of cookies. She peers down at the floor and gasps excitedly.]

Hello there! You must be hungry too, huh? One second, I'm sure there's some tuna in here...

toys

[garbageface]

[ oh. that’s. a cat with guns? and knives? in the hall? santana is just gonna...stare at it, keeping a safe distance. ]

Um, is that, like, legal?

kitchen

[holyspit]

[Hey Ribbit, looks like another, much bigger cat has had the same idea. Lion's in the middle of pawing open one of the the lower cabinets and investigating.]

[approach lorg cat, y/n]

[stagemanagers]

[Riri! What is that little blue light on the wall?! You'd better kill it.]

[musacal]

[ "I'm sorry, Nana. She and I... Hikari-chan and I are going to grasp that star!"
"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. ]

...

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. ]

refreshments

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[Not Junna, but-]

Nana, are you all right? You look nervous.

refreshments

[stagemanagers]

[Nana may intend to make herself some hot chocolate, but when she turns around from starting to gather the ingredients, she'll find that there's already a fresh mug of it sitting out! It's the fancy stuff too, with real chocolate. Someone has drawn a banana in the foam.

Beneath the mug is a note:]

Keep moving forward!

[You best drink that before your foam banana starts to morph into a penis.]

art room

[holyspit]

[Okay a song that sad shouldn't be allowed to be that catchy.]

Loss and sorrow, moving forward
Motives, trials, the Phantom's tortures
Dreams of back home, once forgotten
Fears and nightmares, all too common

Who are we now in this game operatic?
Compromised, sorrowful, but still together
These friendships still matter, they just have to
And we're all of us here for you

[holyspit]

[Steven takes a while to leave his room Sunday morning. The first thing he does is beeline for the cemetary, and specifically Spinel's grave. He sticks a folded letter onto her tombstone and sits quietly on the other side of it, back against the cool rock.]

[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-?!