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

[trettende]

[ The new wing is quite the sight, but admittedly a place to get fresh air after being cooped up so long sounds like a great idea. Hans walks in on Seymour's song, letting him finish before he interrupts. ]

Well, you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?

[ Better that than being sad, I guess. ]

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour nods.]

I'm not even sure I'm awake right now, it feels like everything going on today

[Also the fact that there is a garden in an opera house is here for some reason. That's a little weird.]

[trettende]

It is nice of them to give us a little more room out here. But a garden, of all things? It's quite the surprise.

[ Like, showers were weird but made sense. This is pretty out there. ]

You're a gardener, aren't you? I suppose I'll know where to find you from now.

[dontfeedplants]

[He smirks.]

Technically I'm a florist, but I think I've fallen in love with this place. I've never had a garden of my own, so I'm in heaven right now.

[Besides the death going on.]

[trettende]

That's great. I'm glad you were able to find something nice here.

[ The death kind of sucks. The memories, too. ]

You really have a knack for this, you must be an excellent florist.

[dontfeedplants]

[Speak for yourself about the memories.]

You're too nice, Hans. Having an already thriving garden is giving me an advantage.

[trettende]

[ Sometimes life is cruel to bad people. Hans waves off the compliment, smiling. ]

That's true. I wonder who was tending to it before? It can't have been the Balladeer, could it?

[dontfeedplants]

Maybe? But I wish he told me about his love of gardening in the first place, we could have shared gardening tips!

[trettende]

It might not be too late to ask! I know he enjoys when we stop by to see him in his office.

[dontfeedplants]

I might have to do that later, then! I did have some questions for the Balladeer anyway.

[trettende]

You should. He's a pretty nice.

[ Not biased or anything, but they're totally friends. ]