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

[dieformymusic]

[Hey, whatever works! He's not used to people being around him so he absolutely trusts you.

"I don't blame them. I do look pretty suspicious."]

[allicareabout]

[...Whether that trust is a good idea or an inherently terrible one has yet to be seen.]

Don't we all? And besides, that girl didn't look too bad until everything started coming out.

[And judging by the profiles, at least half of us are...not exactly fine upstanding citizens.]

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow has put his trust in plenty of bad people so maaaybe bad.

"I didn't think she was too bad. It's this place. It makes people do things.

We need to escape as soon as possible."]

[allicareabout]

Now, that much I can agree with.

[Because this entire thing is kind of a hellhole, and as much as he's actually kind of put forth effort to be a decent person to some of the people around here, he's pretty sure it's going to descend into a damn madhouse eventually.]

I don't suppose there's anything in here that's going to be helpful.

[Just kind of...vaguely...gesturing to the room as a whole.]