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itscurtains2020-08-09 11:02 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2020-08-09 11:02 am
week 7
[Seven weeks. Twelve deaths. Five survivors.
When you wake up at the start of the new week nothing in the opera house seems all that different. The Box Office door is still locked tight as it ever was but the box you've been submitting letters to for the past several weeks still appears to be open. The Phantom is still accepting correspondence apparently.
But something within you is different. You remember everything. All the gaps, the missing pieces, entire chunks of time from back home- they're back and neatly fitted where they should be in your heads.
Just like the previous week, there's a distinct lack of contact from the dead after all of their activity before. No moving Tom Jones cutouts, no recording studio mishaps, no mysterious deliveries for Tad Cooper or automatic writing sessions. It's probably fine though.
As the days trickle by you get the looming the end is near.]
[ Sunday Monday Tuesday ]
[ooc: don't forget to submit your final memories, toss in your regain coins and check in for endgame! Reminder, since this is the last week all characters should be at their true canon point memory-wise!]
When you wake up at the start of the new week nothing in the opera house seems all that different. The Box Office door is still locked tight as it ever was but the box you've been submitting letters to for the past several weeks still appears to be open. The Phantom is still accepting correspondence apparently.
But something within you is different. You remember everything. All the gaps, the missing pieces, entire chunks of time from back home- they're back and neatly fitted where they should be in your heads.
Just like the previous week, there's a distinct lack of contact from the dead after all of their activity before. No moving Tom Jones cutouts, no recording studio mishaps, no mysterious deliveries for Tad Cooper or automatic writing sessions. It's probably fine though.
As the days trickle by you get the looming the end is near.]
[ooc: don't forget to submit your final memories, toss in your regain coins and check in for endgame! Reminder, since this is the last week all characters should be at their true canon point memory-wise!]
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Ah, yes. And that's the part I was having words about.
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[She smiles back gently.]
He doesn't deserve to be treated like that. Even if I'm angry at him... he'd never deserve that.
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[She gets up and crosses to the stained glass window, gazing upwards-- and when she starts to sing, it's not exactly Christine she's singing to. And she's uh. Letting a little loose.]
You must agree, maybe, that all my life--
I never lost my faith, no matter how many times life tried!
You know my golden rule,
Gotta keep it Godly--
And even though he had his fun--
Running around like some wild thing!
And even though you had one son--
What, with the forgiveness thing!
No matter what happened-- I never had a doubt! No!
I put up with this sh-- like every single day!
And now it's time for you-- to listen what I say!
You must think that I'm crazy,
You wanna damn him! Hold on, there's --
N-n-n-n-n-n-no way!
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So forgive her for clapping along and bouncing in her seat, even trying to sing along.]
If you think for a instant
I'd be so chill with this, just hold up there's
N-n-n-n-n-n-no way!
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No way
There's n-n-n-n-n-n-no way!
[Christine's clapping gets her in the mood, and she even tries to pull off some of Catherine of Aragorn's fierce moves and wiggles. She may not have that hip latin vibe that Catherine has, but Anne can still get down-- even in a chapel.
Song and dance is a form of worship, right? Even as an act of rebellion? Either way, after she's done getting down, she breathes a heavy sigh.]
You got me down on my knees
Please tell me what more I can do--
Been pious, been chaste, I've tried to swallow my doubt all along
If you can just explain a single thing
I've done to cause you pain, I'll stop--
No?
You've got nothing to say?
I'm not giving up--
There's no way!
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She dearly needed it, after everything these weeks have thrown at her.]
You must think that I'm crazy
You wanna debase me? Baby, there's
N-n-n-n-n-n-no way!
Been through pain and strife, but I'm princess 'til the end of my life
N-n-n-n-n-n-no way!
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Bravo! What a duet. A princess indeed.
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You haven't heard what Mephisto calls me? Dr. Princess Christine the Impaler, at your service! I don't exactly have a kingdom or a doctorate... and I've never impaled anyone. Really, it's all made up, but still!
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Hm. Well, seeing as my mother came from a long line of Prussian princesses, and I myself was step-mother to two very prominent English princesses, both who wore the crown as Queen--- and as the Queen of Richard's Land, We could make one of those things less made up.
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[Christine is trying not to get too excited by the possibility of being crowned an actual princess, in case her extra enthusiasm is seen as unbecoming. Instead, she smooths out her dress (lucky for her she's wearing her Juliet costume today) and hops down from the pew.]
If you would like to grant that I become a member of royalty, who am I to refuse?
[She giggles and curtsies.]
But I don't know what I could be princess of.
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Not England, that's for sure. You're too good for that.
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[That's one way to get over a break up, Christine.]
But yeah, I'm definitely better than England. All it had was Harry Potter and it seems like that's pretty much dead now.
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I do not know about this Harry Potter but -- we can find better, for you.
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[She smiles slightly, her face slightly flushed from dancing around and from Anne being... so sweet to her. It's kind of incredible, that she's still so kind in a place like this.]
I... it'd be nice, to have better for once.
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Ja! You can't trust them with your matchmaking-- but you can trust me. I've been there before!
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She leans against Anne's side with a soft laugh.]
Just so you know, I had one boyfriend I dumped, one rejection, and then... I thought Jeremy was my boyfriend back home but I don't even know what happened there, so you can count him in the exes.
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I do. I never married again after Henry, never got caught up in any man's BS again-- and as a result, I outlived all of them. Henry killed 3 of his wives, sent one to die in exile, and would have had the last one's head if she weren't so wise. My step-daughter, Elizabeth, never found the right man-- and she ruled for forty-four years on her own, and she was happy. My sister Amalia never married either, and found joy and independence through it-- my brother once threatened her with a sword, for raising his daughters into Protestants, and she laughed in his face. [The story sounds traumatizing, but the way Anne tells it is more amused, more fond than anything. She gives Christine's hair another fond pet.]
But that's not to scare you away from love, either. There are good and bad, and love can hurt-- but it can also be a powerful force. My sister Sybille loved her husband so, that she wrote him daily when he was captured-- and he loved her as equally fierce, and relinquished his lands to keep her safe. They died within a month of each other.
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She focuses on Anne talking about her family, all the wonderful women who managed without love, or who allowed love to make them stronger. She wonders which one she'll be, if she can be one.]
You deserve better than what men have to offer you, it's true. I just hope I can be happy enough however my life turns out.
[If she... still happens to have one, after the end of this horrible game.]
I guess the nice thing about love is that it doesn't just have to be romantic. I mean, I love all of you here with me.