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

[dechagny]

[He nods.] Yes, of course - I dreamed of the night I came here, but...it did not end with being captured. I sought out an old friend whom I had seen upon the stage just moments before, and invited her to dinner with me - I insisted, but she seemed...very worried about coming. I popped out of the room for a minute or two, just to fetch my hat, and when I returned, she was gone.

[solomonjihad]

Why was she worried?

[Maybe she had another dinner??]

And your friend was...on the Opera Populaire?

[dechagny]

She worked in the Opera Populaire as a dancer - ballet specifically. But, during rehearsal for the newest production, the house's leading soprano refused to perform. She sang for the owners, and they had her take the lead instead. I had not seen her in years, so when she was on the stage, singing...

[Raoul looks misty-eyed for a moment, remembering the exquisite performance...]

- Ah, but she was worried about an angel. And Angel of Music. Before her father died, he did promise to send her an angel from heaven, and I do not doubt it has visited her in her dreams, but she insisted it did not want her straying off to dinner. [A pause.] I did promise I would not keep her up late.

[solomonjihad]

Angels...can be pretty demanding.

[Though hearing that is alarming.]

Viscount, if you go back, you need to find that angel.

[dechagny]

Do you think it possible? To find an angel? [Where would he even begin to look...]

[solomonjihad]

They're rare. But its possible. Though they're generally...capricious.

[Also they don't generally interfere with Earth because......actually she has no idea why]

[dechagny]

[...It actually pains Raoul's rational mind to wonder if Astarte might actually know something about angels, due to how oddly she's spoken of...other things. It makes sense, but at the same time, it really doesn't.]

So they don't just go around doling out music lessons to young ladies, you mean.

[solomonjihad]

No. They tend to be destructive.

[Unwittingly having Adam's first wife as an adoptive mother can be...quasi-helpful.]

[dechagny]

[...

Oh, sorry, you can't hear that? That's the warning sirens going off in Raoul's head that Christine could be in too deep with this Angel of Music she sang of. He's not going to say anything now, though. Maybe later. On Wednesday.]

I...see. I would never think an angel to be terribly destructive, but then again, it is not as if I've met any.

[solomonjihad]

...I haven't met any. But, Mother has.

[dechagny]

I...see.

[...Astarte really what the fuck kind of world do you come from]

[solomonjihad]

...Are you ok?

[You look worried/confused/????!!]

[dechagny]

Er...yes. Yes, I am.

[He'll be fine he just needs like. A half hour. And a stiff drink.]

[solomonjihad]

...All right.

[Shuffling her feet.]