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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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After my divorce, I never had to wear the same dress more than once. I expect to continue the pattern in my second life. [We're already making demands of God, this is fine.]
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[He'll drink to that. Probably shouldn't drink and cook but it's fine.]
Favorite outfit ever. Go.
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Ever! I had enough money to wear a new dress each day! That's so many outfits! I do like the outfit I wore at the concert-- so modern! Clothes are so exciting and flashy now, I love it!
Oh--- but my wedding dress. The wedding night may have been a disaster, and the marriage short and disappointing-- but the wedding itself? I wore a gown of gold, embroidered with large florals, and pearl. My crown was gold, bedecked with great stone and pearl, and the jewelry--- [She lets out a happy sigh.] The finest the country had to offer, in terms of value, sparkle, and size-- oh, to have access to them again. And then! [There's a slightly devilish smile] Sprigs of rosemary. All about my crown, and around my waist. It was very foreign of me. Court was scandalized.
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When we're out of here, we'll find ourselves the finest jewels. We'll wear new diamonds and sapphires every day, because we can.
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You know how to tempt me. Do you think we can convince the monarchy to honor my prenup now? Four thousand pounds a year, in 1500.... [She's counting on her fingers like she can actually do this math.]
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[How does he do that math? We just don't know.]
You'll buy dinner first, yes?
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Dinner and then some-- two million
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[Said with a rather affectionate smile.]