week 4

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 4
[Another week has passed in the opera house and things are looking grim as ever. With Gabe and Hime gone, the performers are down to 16 of them.

On Monday, the opera house is still heavily decorated with a few new additions. There are more cottony cobwebs, a few small ghosts hanging from the ceiling made of cheesecloth, even more pumpkins here and there. A few more candy bowls have been set out in places like the dining room and a few others and only a few of them are only filled with candy corn. In the dressing rooms the stars on Gabe and Hime's doors have fallen off, leaving behind a patch of star-shaped wood slightly lighter than the rest of the doors on Hime's and a different star underneath on Gabe's.

Like the previous week, the door on in the second floor lobby is unlocked and a new floor is ready to be explored. Have a good week, everyone.]

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[Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]

Comments

[dechagny]

No no, the bread is regular bread, so it is savory.

[Aiight, he can try it first. Raoul cuts a slice for himself, putting it on a little plate and fishing out a small fork from the utensil drawer. He cuts off a piece, takes a bite...

...

He's chewing. Thoughtfully.]

The taste is...interesting. Mostly from the creamed cheese. The rest simply tastes of a sandwich with ham and eggs.

[dechagny]

That is quite a lot of work for pictures.

[solomonjihad]

It's actually easy. Most film apparently comes in tapes and CDs nowadays so all you gave to do is press record if you're not professional.

[stagemanagers]

[A good thought to look but everything looks the same as the other rooms...except behind the vanity mirror someone's doodled a pair of cat eyes in sharpie like the ones on the star on the door.]

[dontfeedplants]

I know but... I'm sure your memories must hurt a lot too.

[dontfeedplants]

Sorry, but I don't really want to talk about how I died right now...

[Just thinking about it made him feel really uncomfortable.]

[dontfeedplants]

I didn't want it to die on me; it was doing so good for business! A-and I tried everything else, but it only seemed interested in my blood.

I knew that something felt wrong but I was too stupid to just throw it away.

[dechagny]

[...Yeah this is going right over his head. He's just gonna point to the screen.]

Would you...mind if I watched this "movie" with you?

[robitussin]

So... What happened after that?

[solomonjihad]

Of course.

[Nod nod. She motions to a seat.]

[solomonjihad]

[Ok, what the heck is with all the cat eyes?...But, with that, does this mean there's nothing else?]

[solomonjihad]

Oh, y-yes, of...course.

[Ok, that was dumb.]

Then...that's all? That's what you remembered?

[solomonjihad]

Mm, that's right.

[Frown.]

What is it about?

[robitussin]

...The devil has a specific grudge against Jane Austen?

[dontfeedplants]

I'm not sure, I left before I could see if it worked and then I remembered... the end result of what I did.

[He runs his hands through his hair.]

Dear god, it was talking...

[dontfeedplants]

I also realized that I'm a monster if that counts.

[robitussin]

Yeah, that's true. Besides... Even if there were, I'm not sure which history it would be describing, since there are people from way different places here.

[robitussin]

So... If the bread is normal and it has meat and cheese and everything, what part of it makes it like a cake?

[robitussin]

A lawyer and his kids. It's pretty good, you'd probably like it.

[solomonjihad]

...An Undead?

[Wait, no, he's human, right...]

Or a terrible person?

[robitussin]

[A pause, and she makes a face.]

So. Sentient, bloodthirsty plants? Not really how I pictured the apocalypse going down.

[bestof]

[Something about the meeting yesterday seems to have pushed Eliza out of her isolating funk because she's up and around with feverish energy and focus.

In the morning she's in the Chapel and she stays there for a good while. It helps, gives her a little peace of mind to pray for the four they've lost and for her Philip. Later in the afternoon she's exploring the dance studio and then the bakery, perusing the cold storage for dough and a few varieties of frozen fruits. Afterwards she can be found in the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up and flour covering her apron, the counter and a bit on her face while she tries her damndest to roll out a still somewhat frozen hunk of pastry dough.

Closer to evening Eliza has cleaned up and settled into the library with some fabric, a few needles and some embroidery thread. She has a project in mind, while it's too big to finish in one night, it's something to keep her mind and her hands occupied for a little while.]

library

[robitussin]

[Natalie spends most of her time in the music room and library, so it's not a surprise that she comes across Eliza while she's embroidering. She remembers what she told her yesterday about not being okay, so her tone is more gentle than her usual way of speaking.]

Hey. What are you working on?

[trettende]

[ Hans does not answer because she is right and he is a petty asshole ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[trettende]

...Probably.

[ Things are never that easy. Hans looks the long line of books over. ]

Well, what do we know about the management? They have lots of money, a flair for the dramatic and no qualms with murder... does that sound like any book you know?