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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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[It comes out just a little snappy. He doesn't mean for it to, but it can't be helped. He doesn't want to think about Stephen's love. It hadn't mattered in the end. Bitterly, he recalls Ariel's own words.
Love means nothing to me,
If there is a higher place to be.
No. He'd rather not think about it at all.]
I think you're putting too much of your energy into him, and not enough energy into you. Certainly not nearly as much energy as he wants to put into you, either.
But that's all I will say on that.
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[She really should have known better than to mention Stephen to someone still so angry with him, even if she believes firmly that they still love each other. She shouldn't take away someone's right to be angry.
Even if she tends to make excuses to take away her own. Already, her mind is filling in all the words Mephisto didn't actually say. Stop talking about this. Stop talking about him. Haven't you discussed this enough to get over it?
Are those his words, or just words from that voice in the back of her mind? She sighs and brings her knees closer to herself again.]
...I think this place has messed me up too much. I used to focus more on myself, I promise. I always knew what I wanted.
[It's just that she was always desperate to understand other people, and her energy was still always poured out towards them.]