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

[robitussin]

[She doesn't open hers yet. Instead, she looks around the room at everyone else.]

...If we just all shared them now, nobody would have anything to kill for, right?

[She feels like that isn't going to go over well, but.]

[rockthistown]

I guess, but...

[robitussin]

[a pause, and a small sigh.]

Right. I'm sure whatever it is is that important.

Whatever, I don't care.

[rockthistown]

I'm sorry! It's just kind of scary!

[robitussin]

You being sorry doesn't change anything.

[solomonjihad]

Its all right. Mine doesn't make sense, but I'm ok with sharing it.

[robitussin]

Okay. Can I see it? Not that I don't believe you or anything, but it would be pretty easy to lie about it otherwise.

[solomonjihad]

[After a moment of hesitation, she hands over the note.]

[robitussin]

So... You killed your brother? Is that what it's saying?

[onthebusagain]

No way! Everyone will think differently of me, for something that doesn't even make sense!

[robitussin]

We're going to find out anyways, unless someone dies.

[onthebusagain]

It's life ruining.

[robitussin]

So you're banking on the fact that some asshole kills someone so nobody has to find out?

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow hesitates before writing out.

"Are we sure every one of these are true?"]

[robitussin]

I mean, it's pretty obvious they know way more about us than they should. They probably know enough to make these accurate.

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow is fidgeting with his fingers.

"But what if they say things we would never do? Shouldn't that be reason to doubt it?"]

[irreprochable]

I don't remember that yielding any results when we tried the same for the wishes.

[robitussin]

Yes, except this time they're all written down so we can look at them instead of taking people on their word.

[irreprochable]

True, bu without context some of them may not seem as important as they are. A good liar could claim it is of no worth but kill to save it from spreading to home anyway.

[trettende]

They're not really anyone's business but ours, though.

[ GUESS WHO'S GOT SECRETS... ]

[robitussin]

Dude. Two people are dead. We're really past the point of but that's not fair, aren't we?

[trettende]

I suppose not.

[ Hrrrrgh. But still. Hans isn't spilling. ]

It would be the most logical solution. Killing 18 people just to hide a secret would be crazy.

[ I mean, 18 is a lot. ]

[dontfeedplants]

Uh, I... I don't need to read this one, right? [Holds his, still folded up, letter up.] I'm pretty sure this actually isn't mine and I don't want to announce someone else's secret.

[robitussin]

Why do you think it isn't yours?

[dontfeedplants]

Because I couldn't have possibly done what this is claiming. It's... it's just impossible.