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.


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[dechagny]

[...Okay what the hell. Raoul is...not impressed with the new decor. In fact, it's absolutely ridiculous to look at some of this, and frankly, the man's got a lot on his mind, more than just the past week's murder. When he sees the open doorway, though, it gives him pause. That wasn't there before, he's sure of it - but now it is.

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

[rockthistown]

[Hime blinks a few times and steps in.]

You had a weird dream, too?

[dechagny]

[The question shakes Raoul from his reverie, and he looks over to Hime.]

I...did. And you, too, had a dream that felt real?

[rockthistown]

[nods] It was like I hadn't been taken here. My friends and I made it to Harmonia for the celebration after all.

[dechagny]

[Yeah he...doesn't know anything about that. But she wouldn't know anything about his own situation, so.]

It was similar for me - as if I had never awoken here. I went backstage to see a friend for the first time in many, many years.

[rockthistown]

That sounds really nice! What happened?

[dechagny]

[He smiles just remembering it.] We talked of old times together...all of our little adventures. And I invited her to dinner...

[Here, his smile falters.] But she...was hesitant. I told her I would be back in a moment, for I had to retrieve my hat, but when I returned she was nowhere to be found. Sadly, that is all I remember.

[robitussin]

[For once, when she turns to speak to him, it's not to make fun of him in any way - instead, she looks curious.]

You didn't dream about something weird, did you?

[dechagny]

[Eh, you've been doing it to him so much now that he's not sure if he should be on guard or not - but he'll answer honestly anyways.]

It...was weird in the fact that it felt real. There is a part of me that feels it really did happen. [A pause.] But, to ask...did you dream about something strange, Natalie?

[robitussin]

Yeah. Some guy I've never met before... But it seemed like I knew him really well?

[she pauses, pushing a hand through her hair.]

This is really weird. Do you know if anyone else...?

[dechagny]

Miss Hime mentioned a dream, too. A dream that felt as if it had happened.

[Seymour will clue him in about his later.]

[robitussin]

...We figured out that some of us were missing time, right?

[dechagny]

[Raoul nods. It may be fainter, but the bruises on his neck remind him of that.] Do you think...our memories are beginning to return to us?

[dontfeedplants]

[Wait, Christine? He remembers that name!]

Raoul-! Did you have a dream about home too?

[dechagny]

Seymour - yes, I did! And you...?

[How was your dream bro did you get a good night's sleep]

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour beams at Raoul. It is definitely a change from the past week.]

It was amazing. I can't believe it really happened!

[dechagny]

What really happened? It...is something good, it must be, you're like a new man!

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour is actually initiating physical contact and grabs Raoul by the shoulders. Be amazed, Raoul.]

Audrey! She likes me!

[dechagny]

[HOLY SHIT to both of those things! Raoul takes his shoulders in return, a smile forming on his face.]

By God, that's wonderful Seymour! So you are seeing each other - it is official?

[solomonjihad]

...You...had a dream last night too?

[Hi, Viscount!]

[dechagny]

[HI ASTARTE]

I am starting to think we should be walking into this room and proclaiming aloud to everyone that we have had unusual dreams. Ah, in short, yes - and I assume you did, too.

[solomonjihad]

I did...I'm not sure what to think of it, myself.

[Sailor Moon of all people. And her...Sailor Astarte...]

[dechagny]

Do you...suppose they really happened? They felt real.

[solomonjihad]

...Yeah...do you think...?

[Memories? And yet, her own were ludicrous. Her, a sailor soldier?]

[dechagny]

I...I think a fair amount of unusual things could be possible, but I wish I knew for sure instead.