Week One

[stagemanagers]

[Yesterday, everyone woke up in a strange place and realized that they'd been kidnapped, and also that everyone else around them may or may not be kinnies? Wow, what a weird escalation of kin drama! Given what some people have seen of Spongebob's freaky arm thing, though, maybe it's not that at all?

Your Assistant Director, Hester, showed off her stuff and immediately had her life threatened by Lumpy Space Princess, who got her life threatened right back. Maybe you should keep that in mind if you decide to pay Hester any more visits! She won't be making another public appearance this week, but as promised, she'll be available for visits and consultation in the Principal's Office during business hours.

If you don't want to chat with Hester, there's always the school to explore! Some of you might also be receiving mysterious coins next to your bedside this week - those must be useful for something, right? There's lots to do, and you all seem like a group who can make your own fun, so enjoy your first week of school!]


Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday


(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with Hester. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

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WEDNESDAY

[stagemanagers]

[Come Wednesday, you'll see the following flyers around the school, with a notice to meet in the scene shop at noon to attend:]

[wanderlusttitania]

...

[Well, color her curious at the very least, all things considered.

So she'll be in the scene shop, looking around at everything as she waits for...whatever is happening.]

[mcfife]

[Angus has some expectations for this history lesson based on the flyer. Who doesn't want to hear the tale of a well-dressed man fighting a beast? He's sitting on one of the desks and watching the doors.]

If we are from different dimensions, which history timeline will we hear about?

[The one belonging to The Wizard's?]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It might be nothing. But it might also be a clue into just where they are... So as much as she doesn't want to, Cassandra has to check it out.

......She'll keep an eye on the exit.]

This could all be a trap.

History Club

[stagemanagers]

[Okay! So, whoever is in the scene shop in this thread:

At noon, when the club is due to meet, all of the lights in the scene shop flicker ominously. There's not really any windows in here, so in the moment they're out, it is dark. Hard to see your hand in front of your face.

When the lights return, two shadowy figures have appeared in the scene shop with you! They're mostly just silhouettes, like figures in a shadow play. One of them is inhumanly large and appears shaggy, and the other looks like a tall man with a tall hat. They are fighting. Just full-on trying to punch each other. The ape is throwing two-by-fours, and the man is ducking and weaving with the best of them.

Choose your fighter!]

[violentenvies]

[Wednesday morning, Salieri is once again up early. He gathers up the copies of audition music that he’s made, leaving them in the Choir Room, labeled for ease of use and announcing that auditions are at 7pm this evening. Once that’s set out, he’ll head over to the Scene Shop for anyone who wants to discuss sets and/or costumes (which can, of course, be handwaved or oocly discussed.)

After that meeting, he’ll head to the Kitchen, starting to pull out actual gallon jars of honey as well as several apples, large bags of spices like rosemary, sage, hyssop and thyme, and finally, a very large, 20 gallon pot with a very convenient spigot at the bottom. His jacket’s been discarded on one of the cafeteria tables, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He’s even donned an apron to keep whatever he’s doing from getting on him. Once everything’s set out and the pot is on the burner, Salieri is going to get started making short mead.

That’ll take care of several hours of time, ending with him putting the mixture into two wooden half-barrels and covering them with cloth, storing them in what he thinks might be a corner of the kitchen least likely to be disturbed placing them each down with a sign that says “Short Mead in Progress, do not disturb.”

Once the mead is taken care of and stored in a corner of the kitchen, he’ll head to this so-called “History Club” to see what on earth that is.

After experiencing….that….he’s going to actually eat something and give himself a bit of a break before auditions, making some notes on his notes while he eats something light in the Cafeteria. Eventually, he’ll get up and head to the Choir Room to get ready for auditions, which is sure to be an experience (and can be played out or handwaved as desired.)

After auditions, he’ll congratulate them all on a job well done (no matter the actual quality,) and informs them that the results will be posted tomorrow morning.

Finally, finished with the very long day, he’ll retreat to Broadhurst, where he’ll settle at his desk again to go through all his papers for the day before bed.]

AUDITIONS

[violentenvies]

[here's where you can leave a note about what happens at the Auditions, or drop a tag to be played out if you wish!]

kitchen

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice has spent a lot of time here, mostly to gather food and take inventory. She's still amazed that they haven't run out of provisions yet, and she's almost constantly wondering when that's going to happen.

Today, however, she's not thinking about any of that. Instead, she is utterly perplexed as to what the fuck this guy is doing. So she asks, warily: ]

...What are you doing?

[comeandfindme]

[ Well. This all relatively sucks. Peregrine's stuck here, and no amount of force or...anything will make the doors open. So what's there to do now? ...Take inventory, she supposes.

Peregrine can be found in the following places trying to scribble down what supplies she finds: the kitchen, the weight room, concessions, the scene shop, and the costume shop. This process takes largely the whole day, as there's a lot of room to cover, but she's determined. She's mostly muttering to herself throughout the process, wondering what could be useful? occasionally, or something along those lines.

She stays particularly long in the scene shop, examining the various power tools. She pauses when she gets to the mechanical lift, snorting. ]

That's a safety hazard.

[ ...And then continuing to like, sort drills or whatnot.

Later at night, she can be found in the gym. You'll probably hear her before you see her, because with the acoustics her heavy breathing echoes, as she runs up and down the bleachers, pausing only to touch both the floor and the top of the wall. You may also find her in the midst of a whole-ass routine, going from squats to bench step-ups to bench triceps dips. She doesn't seem, at any point, to be willing or ready to stop. ]

Scene Shop

[alchemistake]

You say that like our safety is at all a concern here.

[Comes Varian's voice from across the way where he's actually rummaging through some of the other tools. Not the more heavy-duty stuff, but what he's more used to- hammers, wrenches, things like that.]

But I guess the only more obvious way to point out that rule- [She knows the one.] -would be to stock the place with actual, you know. Weapons.

gym

[yourattention]

You're making me fuckin' exhausted just looking at you.

[He's leaning against the wall near the bleachers. Once he's out of the uniform it's clear he's more muscular than you might assume but also not. A runner.]

The gym

[whatyouwant]

[She isn't sure why she headed towards the gym, maybe because it's one of the rooms she hasn't really been in yet, maybe because it makes her nostalgic for her own high school days. Whatever the reason, she comes in just as Peregrine's coming to the bottom of the stairs.

Elle's a morning workout kinda gal, but she can appreciate hustle in any form.]

Hell yeah! You're awesome at this!

Kitchen

[defyingfrigidity]

[As a royal who's never had to make her own food before, Elsa is.... struggling a little with this whole food thing. She's mostly been trying to help others with their meals in exchange for a portion of it, but on her own??? Yeah she's been. failing.

Except sandwiches! Sandwiches are easy, right? Just slap some meat, cheese, and condiments on some bread and voila! Too bad hers looks... a little messy. But she seem proud of it, and she's just about done putting the top bread slice onto the pile of ham and cheese when she spots Peregrine puttering around, writing something down. Curious, she speaks up.]

Is there anything I can do to help?

Scene Shop

[tellthestory]

Most things in here could be, if you don't know how to use them, right?

[Which - he does not. But there's only so many places to be in this school, and the Balladeer is starting to get sort of bored and restless.]

It's probably just for lights.

gym

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The gym intrigues Cassandra. There's plenty inside that she recognizes, or at least understands the reason for. This is a place to improve yourself. Lifting weights and such. No archery targets though, which is a shame.

What brings her here now is just that; a desire for something physical. So, she ventures into the gym, only to find she isn't alone. Cassandra spends about a minute watching Peregrine go from squats to bench step-ups. Curious; admiring.]

You look like you've done this before.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ On Wednesday morning Orpheus wakes up in Rodgers dorm at roughly the crack of dawn, picking up the lyre guitar he'd swiped from the music room from where he'd left it lying next to his bed. He slings it over his shoulders on its strap and sneaks out of the room as quietly as he can to avoid waking the less infuriatingly early-birds, and heads off to meet up with Eurydice, intending to spend most of the day following her around, as before.

Which he does, but being himself he does happen to wander off occasionally, either to give her some space or just because something caught his eye. Like the showers in the men's locker room, where he spends some time standing - fully clothed - in one of the stalls, considering the handles on the wall carefully before turning one and proceeding to drench himself in scalding water. He yelps, alarmed, and leaps back out, watching the water stream from the shower head and looking both startled and impressed.

Later, still damp from his shower experience, he settles down in the music room, playing a song on his guitar and humming along. He has a sheet of paper with him, propped up on one of the music stands, and occasionally he stops to jot something down - anyone who comes close enough to look will see a combination of guitar tabs, traditional musical notation, and lyrics, the lattermost of which are mostly crossed out and written over multiple times.

After that, he finds himself drawn to History Club, curious about just who might show up to actually try to teach them in this place that's supposedly a school and what they might learn, given that apparently some of them are here from completely different worlds. He mills about, slightly early and pacing around the scene shop and looking at the poster on the wall. ]

Who do you think that is? [ he asks, pointing at the hairy ape-thing on the left. ] Why are they fighting President Abraham?

history club

[howtheworldwas]

Orpheus, we can't just call presidents by their first names. That's rude.

[ Eurydice is, as usual, standing right next to Orpheus and talking in a low, urgent whisper. She has also forgotten President Lincoln's last name. She will not be admitting this. ]

History Club

[tellthestory]

Maybe it's Booth.

[burrrrrrrn]

[barberic]

[Early in the morning Benjamin heads to the costume shop, looking over the variety of wigs and available styling tools. He seems not necessarily lost in the work, but a natural to it, setting up a stand in front of one of the mirrors.

The distinguished silver wig he's chosen for the father is easy enough, once he's gotten the hang of the electric curling tools, making tight, old-fashioned curls on the sides of the head and pulling the rest into a ponytail that he also curls.

The wig that he's chosen for the daughter, though, is long and blonde, and once he has it pinned into place he's struck with longing and pauses, running his hands through the cascade of hair and letting it glide through his fingers like water.

Eventually, after the "history club" debacle, he winds up going to the kitchen for a much-needed tea and a sandwich, which he takes in the cafeteria.

While he eats, however, he's finally looking through the "yearbook" that they were given on the first day. Occasionally, the "fact" included about someone he's gotten to know will warrant a little smile out of him, until he reaches his own profile. Something there seems to unsettle him, as he sets down his sandwich, bite abandoned, to stare at it with furrowed brow.]

For Salieri specifically - accidental auditions

[barberic]

[After lunch he goes back to work. As he works, almost reverently, on the long blonde wig, he sings. He believes himself alone, and therefore while he isn't purposefully singing aloud, he doesn't feel the need to restrain himself to merely humming or whistling as he would with a real customer.]

Gold is the color of my true love's hair,
Her face so soft and wondrous fair,
The purest eyes and the gentlest hands,
I love the ground whereon she stands...

Cafeteria

[tellthestory]

Oh, man, are there books around here?

[In his defense: all his stuff was just piled beneath his cot, and he hasn't really got down on his hands and knees to dig everything out from under there.]

cafeteria

[samefacesyndrome]

[ Oh it's one of the adults and he's looking at the yearbook. She hasn't looked at hers at all yet but the look on his face seems concerning.

So after taking a moment to psych herself up to talk to an adult (who is technically still a stranger but they're all strangers and they gotta get to know each other better if they're going to get through this) she approaches: ]

Is something wrong...?

Cafeteria

[mayavericks]

[Benjamin isn't the only one settling in for some late night tea. She hadn't intended to slow down -- content to retreat to her room to call it a night. However, she catches sight of the man's face and... decides to detour.]

Barker-san? Is something troubling you?

Costume Shop

[alchemistake]

[Varian can spot a master of their craft when he sees one. Most of the professions in the kingdom are ones a lot of folk here might consider old-fashioned. Farmers, candy and shoe makers, and of course barbers. They'd lack the tools that exist in this place of course, which is why it's so impressive how quickly he's taken to them from what Varian can see.

Eventually, when there's a pause in the styling of the wigs, Varian will speak up from nearby where he'd been pawing through one of the clothing racks on his continued quest to find a more suitable outfit to wear.]

You're pretty good at that, aren't you?

Costume shop

[whatyouwant]

[After her morning yoga Elle heads to the costume shop to try to get some work done for Salieri's play. It's going to be a bit hard without knowing who's doing what yet, but she can at least start sourcing some fabric!]

Good morning, Mr. Barker!

[Can you believe she's this peppy without any coffee yet?]

Wow, those look great!