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

[dontfeedplants]

Well, it is a pretty interesting room.

[He guesses? Most of the stuff is pretty weird, though...]

So, um, how's your day been?

[This is his way of asking "did you have weird vivid dreams last night too?" and trying to be stuble about it.]

[dieformymusic]

[Speak for yourself! With this, why Winslow could put on a show for his Faust...

He turns to Seymour, squinting his one eye as he tries to reach for the possiblity that Seymour too dreamed.

Slowly writing. Then scribbling out. Then writing again.

"I was not myself last night.
In the morning light I could see the change was showing."]

[dontfeedplants]

[He looks at Winslow. The lack of fear and stress on his face, especially after yesterday, should definitely tip Winslow off that something happened to him.

He looks at the message thoughtfully.]

Did... something happen to you last night?

[Something about memories, even?]

[dieformymusic]

[Seymour is a guy he can trust and well, seeing someone who's at ease...it puts him more at ease.

"Dream a bit of style.
We dream a bunch of friends?"]

[dontfeedplants]

[Oh! So it looks like Winslow had a strange dream too?]

Did you have a dream too?

[dieformymusic]

[Nods.

"A dream.

A memory."]

[dontfeedplants]

So you think they're memories? It felt so real but it seemed too good to be true, I almost thought it was just a really nice dream.

[dieformymusic]

["It's so strong I remember more of it the more I explore this place."]

[dontfeedplants]

...God, they really did erase our memories, didn't they?

[dieformymusic]

[Blink.

"Could they do that?"]

[dontfeedplants]

I don't know, but we can't keep pretending that they did nothing to us, can we?

[Looks at Winslow. You're kind of living proof of that, man.]

[dieformymusic]

[Yeah...you do have a point, Seymour.

"How do you think we could get our memories back?"]

[dontfeedplants]

No idea. Maybe a memory every other week by the looks of it?

[Although that sounded way too slow to him.]

[dieformymusic]

["How could they do that?"

It seems oddly specific.]

[dontfeedplants]

I don't know, I don't know much about these kinds of things.

[Things that shouldn't be able to happen in real life, he means.]