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]

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?

[onthebusagain]

I didn't say that! Jesus, I just don't want everyone here knowing about something that isn't even true! You'll all think--

[robitussin]

It's one or the other, we either find out about it eventually or someone gets murdered!

[onthebusagain]

Show me yours, first.

[robitussin]

[She sighs and opens her envelope for the first time, reading over the words on the page with a small sigh. Natalie's lack of social skills and issues with trusting others stem from the many years of neglect she experienced. It's what she expected - while it doesn't paint her in a negative light, it's still on the top of the list of things she never wanted anyone here to find out.

She holds it out to Heather, but holds her open hand out too.]

Both at the same time.

[onthebusagain]

[Heather hadn't expected her to go through with it. Reluctantly, she hands over the envelope she''d been twisting in her hands. She almost forgets it was a trade, and takes Natalie's at the last moment. ]

There. I hope you're happy.

[When Heather's classmates turned on her, she tried to kill herself. It'll destroy her whole image. She takes her time reading Natalie's, to keep from dwelling on it. ]

[robitussin]

Yeah, Heather, I'm clearly so fucking thrilled about all of...

[Her voice fades as she reads over the page. She pauses, glancing up at the other girl and then back down.]

...Jesus.

[onthebusagain]

[She feels a little bad for Natalie, reading her secret- but that doesn't stop her cheeks from burning when she hears the pause. ]

It's not true. [It couldn't be.] Everyone loves me.

[robitussin]

[She's fairly sure the defensiveness means that it's absolutely true, but challenging Heather on it is too harsh, even for her.]

...Yeah.

[She hands the envelope back to her.]

Sorry if I was... [She trails off, not sure how to end that sentence.]

[onthebusagain]

Don't. [She makes sure Natalie gets her envelope back, tucking her own back under her arm.]

Don't say sorry.

[robitussin]

...Okay then, I'm not sorry. Whatever you want.

[onthebusagain]

[There we go. Back to normal.] You've seen mine. What now?

[robitussin]

We wait and hope nobody gets killed, and if they do, at least we know that the people who shared theirs are less likely to be the killer.

[onthebusagain]

Jesus! That was your big plan?

[robitussin]

My first plan was to get everyone to share theirs so nobody would have a reason to kill each other, but it's pretty clear not everyone is going to cooperate. Which, by the way, is not my fault.

[onthebusagain]

Great. Best case scenario, everyone gets to know that.

[robitussin]

Look, you told me not to say sorry, I don't know what else you want me to do.

[Put upon sigh!! And then a pause.]

I'm glad you're not... You know. [Super dead.]

[onthebusagain]

...Thanks.

I just hope someone has a really weird secret.

[robitussin]

So nobody will pay attention to yours?

[onthebusagain]

And it would be hilarious!

[robitussin]

Wow. I can feel the kindness flowing from you.

[onthebusagain]

Come on! I didn't say it had to be bad!

[robitussin]

I'm pretty sure really weird is bad.