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]

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[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?"]

[robitussin]

I'm not here to counsel you through this. If you don't believe whatever it says, that's even more reason to tell everyone, right? If it's not even true, you have nothing to lose.

[dieformymusic]

[Well...they are decent people...so maybe they'll trust him right?

He sighs.

"Everyone who knows me here knows I would not do this. I hope they would."

Very slowly writing.

"It said

I electrocuted someone. Someone named Beef."]

[robitussin]

...What kind of a name is Beef?

[Priorities.]

[dieformymusic]

[Well.

It helps break the tension.

"A stage name maybe."]

[robitussin]

Weird.

Anyways... Can I see the envelope, just to make sure you're not full of shit?

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow passes the envelope to her. Here you go. All about electrocution and Beef.]

[robitussin]

Okay, it checks out. Don't worry, I won't make any jokes about stirfry.

[She hands the envelope back.]