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]

Hey! [Hime drops the spiders and calls out from the piano.]

[robitussin]

[She pauses in her tracks, looking towards her.]

Yeah?

[rockthistown]

[Hime gulps and walks over.] Is all that from the merchandise booth? Um, that is, you see... I think that's my chicken.

[robitussin]

Oh, yeah. Sure.

[Shuffling all the other items in her arms so she can hand her the chicken.]

Do I want to ask?

[rockthistown]

[Hime takes the chicken and hugs it.] I think it's cute. Uh, I should trade for this, right? I think I have some coins left I was going to use!

[robitussin]

What? No, it's yours. I don't need any of your stuff.

[rockthistown]

Okay... Did you want to come anyway? Just in case I get something of yours. I keep getting other people's stuff.

[robitussin]

...Okay, sure. Can't hurt.

[rockthistown]

[Yaaay. Back to the booth they go, where Hime puts in for all these.

Wow, so many cute things! I don't know what I'm going to do with a trumpet, though.

[robitussin]

[She freezes in place, almost dropping what she's holding before putting it down on the floor to move forward and inspect the dress Hime received.]

This - this is mine. I remember...

[rockthistown]

It is? [blink blink] Then you can have it back! I'm way too small for it anyway, and it looks nice.

[robitussin]

Yeah.

[She takes it in her hands, feeling the fabric and looking over the design. It's still like something from a dream. She seems preoccupied in her thoughts.]

...Thanks.

[rockthistown]

[smile] It's good to finally get your own stuff back.

[robitussin]

Yeah.

[She seems to snap out of it, looking back towards Hime.]

What did you get?

[rockthistown]

Other than trading for my chicken? Just other people's stuff. I have Hook-san's journal, but I don't really want to give it to him, he's kind of creepy and he'll probably yell at me. I mean, I made my own journal out of paper here, but then I ran out of paper...