week 3

[stagemanagers]

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 Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]

Comments

ota

[robitussin]

[After exploring the new floor and all the new areas it has to offer, there are two places she spends most of the day.

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.

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow made his way around the upstairs, his own head still reeling from what had come back to him today and of course, what they all went through this Saturday.

As he enters the library, he's surprised there's actual books. Who would take the time to torture them and furnish them with books at the same time?

Nonetheless he sees the girl he hasn't spoken to much, approaching much like a cautious stranger, keeping his head cowed and hand raised as he approaches the book. He knows how scary his head looks, yes.]

[robitussin]

[Some of the strangeness of his appearance has faded by now - they might not have spoken, but she saw him during the trial. Even so, she hesitates as he comes towards her, raising the book with a curious glance.]

Do you want to look at it?

[dieformymusic]

[He nods, just reaching out his arm so she can hand it if she feels like showing it.]

[robitussin]

[She hands it over without much protest.]

Not sure you want to read it, though. It's kind of a messed up story.

library

[rockthistown]

Wow! There are so many books! It's like Miyuki's team's library!

[Hime squeals and flits around until she notices Natalie.]

Oh! Um... What are you looking at?

[robitussin]

Don't worry about it.

[She slides the book back into the shelf, shrugging.]

Who's Miyuki?

[rockthistown]

Oh! Uh, she's a friend from another town. She and her friends were doing a set for the festival we were going to in Harmonia, too.

[robitussin]

That sounds like a made up place.

[rockthistown]

Why does everybody say that? They say it about the Blue Sky Kingdom, too. I think I know where I'm from.

garden

[onthebusagain]

[ Heather's trying to be nice. She really, really, really is. But when she sees Natalie damp from the sprinklers, she can't help but laugh. ]

What happened to you?

[robitussin]

Nothing happened. I look exactly the way I meant to.

[Convincing.]

[onthebusagain]

Is 'slightly damp' the style, where you're from?

[robitussin]

Yes.

[Unimaginably deadpan.]

[onthebusagain]

[that is so fetch]

Sounds like fashion hit it's peak in 1988.

Library

[solomonjihad]

...This is amazing, isn't it?

[Astarte is looking through the library, herself. So many books...Even though the place she lived had a library, Mother tended to not have many books in it. Just the ones that Astarte should read! But here, she sees books she's never seen before.]

What are you going to read, first?

[robitussin]

Not this, that's for sure.

[she slides the book into the shelf.]

What about you?

[solomonjihad]

I have no idea. There's so many to choose from.

[She picks out a random book. Outlander?...

She puts it back and goes to look for another.]

Too many...I don't even know where to start.

[robitussin]

Well, is there a genre you like or anything?

[solomonjihad]

...I don't know. I was only allowed to read certain books back home. They weren't really...genre books.

library

[aflatouttahell]

[Oh.]

Really classy.

[robitussin]

Yeah. I mean, I honestly shouldn't be surprised at this point, but... Wow.

[She puts the book back with a frown, turning to Jezebel.]

You find anything better?

[aflatouttahell]

I found all of Will- er, Shakespeare's plays. Other than that, it mostly seems like just a bunch of random books.

[robitussin]

At least Shakespeare's not awful, I guess. Are you a fan?

[aflatouttahell]

You could say that. He was my tutor, after all.