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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[dontfeedplants]

[While Seymour still told himself that his secret was a lie or someone else's, he was slightly on edge today. Not enough to really disrupt his day, but he spends way too much of his time carefully watching the other actors.

He still spends quite a lot of time in the garden today, but you're also very likely to find him in the tea room, flipping through some books he found in the library but not looking particularly interested in the contents.]

Garden

[solomonjihad]

[Meanwhile, Astarte is walking around, looking at all of the plants. She recognizes a surprising amount of them, she realizes. Even outside of the ones that she was taught by Brinvilliers. Its weird.

Its as she passes a tomato plant that she spots Seymour.]

Oh, hello.

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour is surprised as Astarte. The is a definite pause as he examines her for a tiny bit too long.]

Um, hi?

[solomonjihad]

[Blink.]

Are you ok?

[dontfeedplants]

I could be better, I guess. I think everything is starting to get to me a little.

[solomonjihad]

...This isn't so bad, for me.

[She sits on a bench.]

There's books, and tea. And food. And...a garden. Real plants. You know?

[dontfeedplants]

The plants are really nice. It's just... I don't know, maybe I'm just worried about everyone dying.

[He looks like he said something wrong for a split second before returning to his normal expression.]

Tea Room

[dechagny]

[Raoul's getting a lot of mileage out of this place today. It's actually quite fun to make your own tea - you choose the type, make the water boil, hear that cheerful little whistle and pour out liquids in lovely colors, adjust it to your taste...he's got a cookbook with him too, which is interesting enough. When he notices Seymour reading, he clears his throat before coming over with a teapot.]

Seymour, my good man - I have made tea. Would you like some?

[dontfeedplants]

Oh sure, something to drink sounds nice actually.

[Oh thank goodness a distraction. He eyeballs Raoul's cookbook curiously.]

You, um, are you getting into cooking?

[dechagny]

[Pouring out some tea for the both of them 'cause why not, they're friends, and there's loads of tea.]

A bit! I thought it might be prudent to try. I'd like to attempt a real quiche, but perhaps I must practice with a few other dishes first.

[dontfeedplants]

It doesn't seem too hard to make a quiche. Don't you just put some eggs in a pie crust and bake it?

[Takes a small sip of his tea.]

I wish I was any good at cooking. I'd try to but I hurt myself enough doing the things I'm good at, I'd hate to see what would happen if I tried something I had no experience in.

[dechagny]

That's what it sounds like initially, but the recipe book I found goes into exact details and measurements of what goes where, and additives you can try. I think it shall be an enjoyable experience.

[Just remember to wear the oven mitts Raoul]

Well, I know I won't know if I am until I try it! And if I'm here, and there's a kitchen, I might as well make an attempt.

[dontfeedplants]

[He frowns.]

I don't know, it feels like you're doing a lot for me already. I don't want to seem needy.

garden

[rockthistown]

You like this stuff, right? You must be really happy.

[dontfeedplants]

Yeah, I'm not the best gardener in the world, but I'm so glad we actually have a garden here. It's just... nice to have a distraction, I guess.

[rockthistown]

Uh-huh. It's like me with all the clothes! All the good ones, anyway.

[dontfeedplants]

Oh yeah, you're into fashion, aren't you? I've never had good tastes in that sort of thing myself.

[Although Hime could probably tell from the outfits he would wear.]

[rockthistown]

It's simple if you put the effort into it! It's just that people decide that it's not for them and give up before they can.

[dontfeedplants]

I'm not that defeatist. [Yeah you are.] I just don't know where to start, I guess.

tea room

[robitussin]

[She spots him when he's in the tea room, and sits in a chair near his without his without much warning.]

Hey.

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour tenses up noticeably.]

Um, hello?

[robitussin]

Hi.

[A short pause, but there's really no reason to delay. She suspects he knows why she's here.]

So. You talk to the Balladeer yet?

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour is quiet before way too long before he responds.]</small Not... not yet.

[robitussin]

Yeah? Why's that?

Thank you html

[dontfeedplants]

I'm... terrified about what his answer might be.

[He looks away.]