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

[sunshineprincess]

Probably around here somewhere?

[Oh no what has she done]

[robitussin]

Hey... There's tons we haven't remembered. It'll be fine.

[allicareabout]

[...He does that sometimes, sorry, um.]

I just wanted to talk to you a bit about these...notes that went up earlier.

Whether they're true or not, you know that it's probably not the best idea to be doing that, don't you?

[robitussin]

Sure.

[She gets up, putting her books aside for now. To the kitchen they go!]

[dieformymusic]

[BAD THINGS ANNA.

Winslow leaves nothing but a harsh X as his reply over Hans' name.]

Investigation/OTA

[solomonjihad]

[Well, she promised and that is what she's going to do. Her promise. Uh. Keeping it. So, before her cooking date with Raoul, in the afternoon she will be diving into searching her room and that of Valjean and D-ne. She starts with her room, of course.

May as well start with under the bed, right?

In the evening she is making another cake. Just...don't ask what the main ingredient is. You don't want to know. Or maybe you do because its actually kind of delicious.]

[dieformymusic]

[He is not that fortunate sadly.

"No. I just started to remember the contract I signed. With a big deal named Swan."]

[aflatouttahell]

Yep. Hell's... weirder than you might think.

game room

[dieformymusic]

[Hey let's take a look at that game room. Winslow is pretty much feeling...ambivalent given his returning memories so a distraction could be good.

It's great that Heather's here too. He waves to her before lifting a game box. Why, what's this?]

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah! I don't know how to bake or anything, but there's all kinds of things on this floor.

[Like pumpkins??? Okay.]

media room

[dieformymusic]

[Given Winslow is from the seventies Winslow is wondering how the hell do you play records that small...

Don't mind him, Seymour, he's just sorta rifling through some of them, feel free to join.]

[bestof]

I'm not sure yet. [She goes back to her embroidering, glancing down occasionally to make sure she hasn't missed a stitch.] For Monsieur Valjean I'm using his candlestick obviously. For Miss Hime I have a cake in mind and for you perhaps piano keys.

[catliketread]

Neither do I, but works of art are always excellent! You don't have to worry about setting fires with art!

[...hopefully?? oh god.]

[solomonjihad]

...Its...not working.

[Her hand clenches around her locket.]

This...I should have transformed by now...into Sailor Astarte.

[solomonjihad]

Oh...so he's...?

[Why not just...marry Anna legitimately?? Or something that involves not killing people for stupid reasons?? She knows she should look at who's talking but...she doesn't really want to do that anymore s o]

That's just ridiculous. Couldn't he just get a real job then?

Lobby!

[solomonjihad]

[She's actually on her way to the tea room, herself, a piece of her terrifyingly good tomato soup based chocolate cake on a plate. She almost bumps into Billy, as a result.]

Oh, Bi--Mr. Flynn.

[She quickly takes a step back to prevent herself from hitting him.]

Excuse me.

[solomonjihad]

...I think I'll read it when I'm done with the book I'm on, then. That one's called The Stand.

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah! Well, not with any art we have here, anyway. Some devils in Hell make statues out of lava. But I see your point.

[catliketread]

...That sounds difficult. Did they cool the lava to keep the statues' shapes?

[WHY NOT, THIS IS WHERE OUR LIVES ARE GOING I GUESS]

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah! They sort of layer it on? But like most art devils make it's abstract, statues of my dad, or statues of hot ladies.

[catliketread]

...Well, I can't say I don't understand why they'd choose the last two.

[sucking up to the devil seems like a totally normal thing to do?? also, hot ladies. hella.]

But! I'm curious to see what you would paint! Come, join me!

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah, those do make sense for subjects.

[LIKE. WHY LIE.]

Oh! That sounds fun, yeah. Hmm...

[Well, she definitely goes for pink first!]

[catliketread]

[see you get it!!]

What do you plan on painting?

[...what does the daughter of satan want to paint, probably not her dad???]

[aflatouttahell]

[What indeed? Surely something horrifying and dark and evil-]

A bunny!

[And judging from the blob of color she's making, a pink one.]

[catliketread]

[Huh. He's not sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that.]

A pink one? Are you going to paint several pastel bunnies?