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

[solomonjihad]

[She worryingly has a point.]

I...I wouldn't...couldn't do that.

[Couldn't she, though? If she fulfills her promise to Mother--to Lilith...

Her eyebrows crease in worry. "Brother" as in a brother? A friend? Man Itself?]

[robitussin]

I mean... They obviously know a ton about us. Do you think they'd get this wrong?

[solomonjihad]

I...guess not.

[Thank you for making her worry Natalie!!]

...I'm not going to kill for it though.

[robitussin]

Well, yeah. I mean, you already told me what it is, so killing someone to cover it up would be kind of pointless.

[solomonjihad]

A little bit, yes.

[Besides, isn't that what the Balladeer's boss wants? To kill each other over secrets.]

[robitussin]

Well, at least we know now. Thanks.

[solomonjihad]

You're welcome.

...

Ah, Natalie. What...is your secret? If I may ask.

[Hey, may as well take away the power from their captors, right?]

[robitussin]

[She hesitates, before handing the envelope over with a sigh.]

Guess it's only fair.

[Natalie's lack of social skills and issues with trusting others stem from the many years of neglect she experienced.]

[solomonjihad]

Oh. I'm sorry.

[Its better than killing a brother you don't remember having? But, Astarte is sincere as she folds the letter back up and gives the envelope back.

Being someone whose own social skills and trust issues have been...complicated.]

[robitussin]

[Shortly:]

Don't.

[Whether it's better or not doesn't change how she feels about it, unfortunately. It seems like it's a sensitive topic for her.]

Anything else?

[solomonjihad]

Ah, I'm so--

[Blink. Uh, can one be sorry about...being...sorry?]

No.