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itscurtains2016-10-24 02:28 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2016-10-24 02:28 pm
week 3
[The past weekend has been a difficult one. With Valjean's murder and D-ne's brutal execution the monotony has been broken and it can be said the show is finally and truly underway.
When the performers emerge from their rooms on Monday morning the decor of the opera house has changed. Not drastically but someone was busy during the night with some redecorating. There are cobwebs draped over nearly everything, some of them with tiny plastic spiders stuck in the cotton webbing, and pumpkins of various sizes on the floor and on the tables. Some of the walls have been adorned with cartoon-ish paper skeletons and scarecrows and in the ballroom a poseable plastic skeleton has been posed at the piano looking ready to play. Someone's even set a bowl of candy on the counter of the merch booth.
But that's not all. There's a light coming from the now open doorway in the lobby that had been previously locked for the past two weeks. This new floor is similarly decorated but why not go have a look and explore for yourself?
Despite their losses, the show must go on after all.
MONDAY
EXPLORATION TIME
She'd been wandering with her own dazed, shocked thoughts, thinking about maybe turning in coins, and absolutely not about the fact she woke up remembering she was a sailor soldier. the enemy. SAILOR Astarte--- when...the doors are open. A way home? After all of--]
In the velvet darkness,
out of the blackest night...
burning bright
is a guiding star...
[She starts to take steps to the light Maybe, maybe finally...!
She looks to see if anyone else is there. If not, she's going alone. She's a goddess, after all. Shouldn't she lead people to salvation?...]
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From the morning to the early afternoon, she sits in the library, reading next to the fireplace. She left the room in a rush after the execution last night and didn't show up to the makeshift party last night, but she's taking care to seem much more calm than she had the last time anyone saw her. When someone walks in, they'll find her scanning the bookshelf before pausing and pulling out a copy of And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.]
Wow. Classy.
[Later on, she can be found in the garden for a while, looking curiously at some of the plants... But you're more likely to find her right outside of the room, a bit wet, as she happened to be inside right as the sprinklers started to go off.]
Of course. That figures.
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Curiosity compels him to enter, and he finds himself in...another lobby. With doors to boxes, including...Box 5.
The sight of it stirs something in Raoul that he cannot name, and a gentle melody begins to play.]
There was a day before the shore
When the winds did howl
And red was bright
There was a time it was not blood
But a scarf, adrift
And I went into the sea
To fetch it...
And then I met her
I dreamed a night that has gone by
A night of song and dance and splendor
I dreamed her framed by candlelight
Her face aglow, and her touch tender
Both of us young and unafraid
We reminisced our past together
Our eyes drawn together, like moths to flame
A rose, an invitation I did give her
But she claimed she could not come
That Music's Angel she did worry
Would cast his hand down and deny
His favor that she somehow curried
She dreamed her father sent it lo
To bless her with a voice of beauty
I doubt it not, for I do know
A life of song's a Daae's duty
And still I dreamed I came to her
To revive our beloved friendship
But once I was ready, she had fled
With not a word to where she'd gotten
I dreamed a dream I saw Christine
So different from the night I spent here
So different now, but now I see
Perhaps life does follow what
I dreamed
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... Which I guess that's what's going on but you don't know that yet, do you?
Unsurprisingly, Seymour is going to spend most of his waking hours in the garden area. Granted, he spends his first five minutes just kind of... tearing up at how beautiful it all is. Sure, he lived in a flower shop, but it wasn't exactly the most attractive place ever, and he's never seen an actual garden in his life. And this was above and beyond anything that he had ever imagined with a garden.
While garden, a song starts to play.]
Tomatoes and sweet peas and green beans It's a dream come true
I wanna just pack my bags and then move here
That's what I'm gonna do, too
The only thing greener than these plants is my thumb
How did I ever see myself as so glum? The opera's now a happy place
I think I've found my happy place
I'm like a British Lady in my garden and my plants agree
(Mm-hmm!)
This is the most amazing building that was ever made
That much we'll all see
I'm the world's greatest gardener things are going so well
How'd I see this as my personal hell? The opera's now a happy place
I think I found my happy
(The opera's now a happy, happy, happy, happy)
Happy, happy, happy, happy place!
[Two people are dead but he's on top of the world right now.]
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As Winslow comes upstairs something his says haunts his mind like a distant pang of a headache...he said that before. He's almost in a daze, but could anyone blame him? After seeing that gruesome display Saturday? He promised several people they'd get out alive and now...two people are dead. It's his fault per se...but he feels as though he had wasted his time. He won't give up, that's the key.
Upstairs, upstairs to what looks like prop room. It's funny it reminds him of...
Somewhere else. A mansion. Swan's mansion. A woman who was born to be on stage.
Phoenix.
Wh-what's that mean? she's asking him.
He has his face then. He's touching the props, the things left discard...where to begin. These things...they're almost like him.
It means I think you're terrific.
Winslow would rather be on a stranger's mansion than in this hellish opera.]
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She sits in one of the pews and thinks about the memory that came back to her that night. The feeling of ice as it hit her heart,the pain that came with it. The look on Elsa's face. Kristoff. Yes. Kristoff had helped support her after the hit. Those last words between her and Elsa before being thrown out...
Elsa, I'm not leaving without you.
Yes. You are.
For the first time since coming there she lets herself cry. Betrayed by D-ne, Valjean dying, not knowing if they were ever going home, and now Elsa having given her a death sentence? It's all too much. When she hears someone walk in, she'll be quick to wipe her eyes and get up, looking sheepish.]
S-Sorry. I was just about to leave!
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"To who?"
"Their name is..."
Jezebel wakes up in a downcast mood, even for someone who slept very little. The new area helps... very little? Ironically enough, the chapel is the first room that catches her eye. She walks in and stands near the front, looking around.]
I wonder...
[And after that, she's in the library looking through the books. There's just so many of them? She isn't even picking out any, mostly she seems like she's just trying to get a sense of all of them.
Eventually, she grabs a copy of Romeo and Juliet and starts flipping through it.]
He's even here, huh?
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Tea Room, exploring OTA
The night of bad sleep is practically pushed from her mind at the sight of the open door. But ring-a-ding-ding, that's a new space to explore and explore she does.
After running around the whole new floor she loops back to the tea room and starts poking through the types of tea, singing to herself.]
Haven't you noticed that I'm a star?
I'm coming into view as the world is turning.
Haven't you noticed I've made it this far?
Now, everyone can see me burning
Now, everyone can see me burning
Now, everyone can see me burning....
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Anyone wants help in this place, they should probably give their requests to someone a bit closer.
[...Classy, sir.
That said, he'll be in the library for a while, poking at some of the fiction; he doesn't seem interested in the mysteries or John Grisham-esque things or the books about war, though – it seems his taste runs more towards the...unbelievably trashy, actually. We are talking some Harlequin-grade shit here. Because why the actual hell not, you know?
Otherwise, though, it seems general irritation is going to win the day, and he can be found in the downstairs lobby writing...something down with the aid of one of those clipboards from the storage room. A lot of shorthand, a lot of abbreviations, a lot of nothing at first glance, but whatever it is, he's being diligent about it.
Or maybe it's just something to do with his hands. Who knows.]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: WHY SO SILENT?
The Balladeer hasn't appeared in public since the events of the weekend, but today his voice sounds around the building again.]
Hey. Meeting in the main lobby at noon.
[That's all he has to say, but it's probably obvious what's going to happen. Regardless of whether or not everyone decides to show up by the appointed time, the theatre doors open right at noon, admitting the Balladeer - though, given his current costume, he's only identifiable by voice.]
Thanks for coming, my good cast
Happy Halloween from all of us here
Time for tricks now, my good cast
I have brought you your incentive
Here, I bring a little gift
Your darkest secrets!
[He holds up a pile of long crimson envelopes, fanning them out so everyone can see. There's eighteen, each one with a cast member's role written on the front in fancy cursive handwriting. As he continues singing, the Balladeer starts moving around handing each out to their recipient.]
Here's the way that this will work
A few instructions handed down from up above
You have 'til Friday to decide
If these secrets will be kept or revealed
If no one is dead by then
They'll be trumpeted for everyone to hear
And my managers do note, their hand stretches from the Opera
To your homes
As for myself, please do remember...
[He pauses...and then lifts off the mask and attached hat, tucking it under his arm and tugging at the high embroidered collar around his neck. His hair is matted down from the weight of the skull.]
God, okay, that's it. I do not know how anybody does that! It's hot in there...
Um...point being, I haven't read these, but there's an even chance I know about whatever they say anyway. So if you want to talk it out, you know where to find me. Bottling everything up isn't really healthy, you know? Strict confidentiality here, of course, I won't tell anyone else about anything we discuss.
Not right now, though, I've gotta go take all this off. Oh, and Happy Halloween, I guess - they tell me it's Halloween somewhere. I brought you some candy corn.
[He draws a pumpkin-shaped bucket, full of candy corn, out from somewhere within that big fancy cloak and sets it on the nearest end table, then goes into the box office and shuts the door behind himself.]
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A while after the motive, Hime will flit over to the merch booth and end up with all this crap. She starts to gather it up, but when she gets to Valjean's letter and D-ne's book, she'll just be huddling in the middle of the floor, hugging them and crying while surrounded by the rest of the stuff. Good job.
Later in the day, she's at least tried to pull herself together. She'll hit up the chapel and sit there for a while, even if she's pretty sure that Blue is giving her the silent treatment. Okay, more like they're probably still looking, but something's stopping them, right?
By supper time, Hime will make a ton of rice in the kitchen. Probably more than she actually needs. She's still humming that rice song.]
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Slides in here as if I'm not super late
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Laundry Day
That evening, Billy can be found in the Laundry Room, wearing a red thermal with blue stripes and a pair of black jeans that he found in the costume room while he washes his usual outfit. He seems to be spaced out pretty hard, to the point where it doesn't take much to sneak up on him and startle him half out of his skin.]
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WEDNESDAY
OTA
The rest of the day finds Raoul in the tea room with these books, skimming through them as if looking for something. He's got a pot of tea on the table, too, and judging by the steam that floats out of the spout, he's refreshing the contents every so often. Perhaps you might like to join him.]
Tea Room
asdfghjkl holy shit
One of the book's legit covers too
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Still. She's supposed to be Princess Anna, the happy girl who didn't let anything get her down for long.
She's in the tea room, a cold cup of tea in front of her. Anna needs someone with some good news.]
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Later, you can find her in the garden, staring hard at the plants and the lights, or in the library looking at all the books. She doesn't seem to get through any of them, though.]
I'm bored.
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This place was trying to get to him already and he didn't want it to. He merely needed a way out. Winslow is at the second floor lobby, attempting to open the boxes, alternating with fiddling the facial prosthetic he found in the prop room. He almost looks like his old self...if his old self didn't have rubber covering a good half of his face.
He's also in the tea room, taking the calm environment to pen out a piece of music. Already he has a good couple pages churned out. He doesn't know why...but that memory of singing with that woman in the audition hall...it inspired him to reach for his music again. With some tea breaks of course.]
second floor lobby!
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He still spends quite a lot of time in the garden today, but you're also very likely to find him in the tea room, flipping through some books he found in the library but not looking particularly interested in the contents.]
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Okay, I get having a library and a tea room and all the other stuff here. Sure, it's not necessary, but I guess it's nice to have around. This, though... Do you have any idea why they'd have all this shit around?
[She gets that it goes with the theater theme, but they basically threw that out when they decided to put in a garden, in her opinion.
Later on, she can be found in the Chapel. She isn't sitting in the pews and she doesn't look particularly troubled. She's instead inspecting the stained glass windows, curious.]
Lit from behind... Guess it would be too much to hope we could get out through these.
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THURSDAY
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She's singing, and anyone who wants to is free to join her!]
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na
I guess I just lost my fiancé
I don't care where he's gone
So I'm gonna drink my tea now
I'm not gonna dwell for long (nope)
I got a brand new attitude
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm not gonna get in trouble
I'm not gonna start a fight
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na
I'm not gonna start a fight
Na na na na na na na, na na na na na na
I'm not gonna start a fight!
So, so what?
I'm still a princess
I got my best moves
And I don't need Hans
And guess what?
I'm havin' more fun
And now that we're done
I'm gonna show him tonight
I'm alright, I'm just fine
And Hans' a tool
So, so what?
I am a princess
I got my best moves
And I don't want him tonight
[After her little song party, Anna will be in the kitchen, trying to make some of that five minute rice on her own, or a sandwich. Whichever one is easier.]
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Hmm hmm... This better turn out well! I mean, it definitely will!
[Life was so much easier with the Cook and Chef PreCards.
Later, she'll be in the costume room, still sorting through clothes. Come on, Hime, haven't you got enough of those?
By the end of the day, Hime has gotten so bored that she's in the first floor lobby setting the decorative spiders up on the piano. Look, that one has a little pitchfork made out of toothpicks and a hat that's a scrap of fabric. It must be a farmer for all the cows upstairs. Aww.]
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So finally today, Hans can be found in the library in the morning, looking up books on, wouldn't you know it, Hallow's Eve. The Balladeer said this week was supposed to be Halloween, right? Books on witches and saints and the rest lay stacked in a pile while Hans searches. He's planning something, that's for sure, but what?
Later in the day, Hans can be found in the costume shop, inspecting several more outlandish costumes. (Feel free to provide your own.) Maybe he'll dress up as a demon for Halloween? Or would that be insulting to Jezebel? Hmm... You know, for a guy who's about to get his reputation ruined, he's doing pretty ok. Everything is going according to plan! For now. ]
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