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]

I don't know if that's scary or interesting. We have monsters and things, too, but it's not the same.

[solomonjihad]

Why is it different for you?

[A pause.]

Is it because you fight them?

[rockthistown]

I thought Natalie wasn't going to tell anyone!

[yup]

[solomonjihad]

[There's a small smile on her face.]

No, she didn't say anything. In my world, only two types of people know of magical girls and their true activities. The magical girls...and their enemies.

The things you'd said, earlier...it made sense, that you might be a magical girl, right?

[rockthistown]

But-- but everyone at home knows about magical girls! People see them all the time and get saved by them! There's a segment on the news every week!

[solomonjihad]

...You also just admitted you're a magical girl.

[Sailor Moon verse is usually a tad more secretive, with people just making merchandise of them because they can.]

[rockthistown]

Noooooooo...

[s u l k]

[solomonjihad]

So, what were you called?

[Sorry bruh you've been found out]

[rockthistown]

[She looks at the floor.] Cure Princess. But my PreChanMirror is gone, and so are my PreCards. I can't transform or do anything at all in here without them.

[solomonjihad]

...I...wonder if I know how you feel.

[She also looks down.]

I had a dream that I, too...was a magical girl. It felt far too real to be just a dream, though.

[rockthistown]

I had a dream, too, the other day! And so did Lord de Chagny! They were all like real life had kept going on past the time we were kidnapped!

[solomonjihad]

you, too...could it be, then...?

[So many people, having such dreams...it...can't be a dream, can it?]

[rockthistown]

I don't know! It's weird. I wish life made sense.

[solomonjihad]

...Does your dream make any sense?

[rockthistown]

My friends and I were going where we were supposed to go and meeting the people we were supposed to meet. Everything was good.

[solomonjihad]

...Mine didn't. I don't think, at least. I was with an enemy. But I...was also wearing the enemy's clothing.

[rockthistown]

[Astarte... has a rival at school? Who became her friend and started lending her clothes! That sounds really nice, actually!]

Maybe it'll make sense as things go on!

[solomonjihad]

I hope so...right now...

[She looks away, mumbling, but what she says is still audible.]

Sailor Moon...of all people...and me...?