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]

I'm not an idiot. I realize that odds are this isn't going to work, but it's better than sitting around and waiting for one of us to get murdered.

[irreprochable]

Fair enough.

[robitussin]

Enough that you're going to tell me what yours is, or just give your seal of approval?

[irreprochable]

I haven't read it yet.

[he pulls it out of his pocket and hands it over to her all the same. his secret is that he was born inside a jail, son of a fortuneteller and a galley slave.]

You're welcome to it.

[robitussin]

Cool.

[She takes it, opening the envelope and pulling the paper out. She scans over it before glancing back to him.]

Tough break. Seems like you did alright after that, though.

[irreprochable]

[javert shrugs. her reply is enough indication to let him know what it says.]

Makes it hard to believe excuses from criminals.

[robitussin]

Gotta say, the justice system where you're from still seems kind of messed up, though.

[This will go over well.]

[irreprochable]

Oh?

[so much judgment in one small word]

[robitussin]

Who gets five years for stealing a loaf of bread?

[Her judgment equals his. Maybe.]

[irreprochable]

Why does it matter what he stole? Theft is theft.