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]

[...This angel...no matter Christine's praise of it, if Astarte is right, then it...it could look to hurt her. Harm her. And she has no idea.

Raoul has to steady himself, beat back the urge to yell and find cameras to yell at, to throw things at them, demanding the management let him free to help Christine. But he doesn't even know if she had simply dreamed it or not - it's a knee jerk reaction, and even he's not sure where exactly it came from.

He takes a deep breath. In, hold. Out. In, hold. Out.]

That is...not what I had ever imagined, in regards to angels.

[solomonjihad]

I'm sorry, Viscount.

[Well, the angels do keep people in ignorance don't they]

[dechagny]

...It's alright. You...told me what you know, and that is really what I needed.

[Lies, what he needs is to be with Christine and make sure she's alright. But still, not Astarte's fault. It's not like she's an Angel of Music.]

[solomonjihad]

[No, she's not. its worse. fools]

You're welcome.