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

[rockthistown]

Um... attacks and things and I'm totally, definitely not a Precure, don't mind me.

[robitussin]

...You're not the best liar. Hate to say it.

[rockthistown]

I'm gonna get in so much trouble...

[robitussin]

With who?

[rockthistown]

My friends! My parents! God!

[robitussin]

Yes, clearly. God is going to be so mad at you, forever.

[rockthistown]

He'll lecture me for sure.

[robitussin]

That seems like a thing that's definitely going to happen.

[rockthistown]

You don't believe me, do you?

[robitussin]

Not really.

[at least she's honest??]

It doesn't really seem like the kind of thing you can prove, either.

[rockthistown]

I guess not. Not in here, anyway. I woke up without my PreCards. Those would be so useful!

[robitussin]

What's a...

Actually, I don't want to know.

[rockthistown]

Okay? If you say so. I mean, I'm not supposed to tell anyway.

[robitussin]

Yeah, that's been working out really well for you so far.

[rockthistown]

It's not my fault no one here knows what a Precure is. Astarte's sailor soldiers sound sort of the same, but you're apparently born to be one of those. You're chosen to be a Precure.

[robitussin]

I'm not saying it's your fault that nobody knows what one is. I'm saying you're really bad at hiding things.

[rockthistown]

I was just trying to explain it.