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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[dontfeedplants]

[The incredible pain was the last thing he remembered before he woke up. Seymour lied in his bed in a daze, taking about a minute to remember that he was still alive in the opera house and, for the most part, was pretty safe.

But I'm not alive rang in his head and he felt sick to his stomach.

He spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself in vain that it was just a nightmare. But he couldn't deny that it felt just as real as last week’s “memory”. The anger, the panic, the pain, he had to keep looking at his hands just to make sure he was still here.

And he realized in horror that this was what the secret was referring to.

Notably, Seymour is not going to be anywhere near the garden today, nor is he anywhere near the Halloween party. Instead opting to mindlessly wander the first floor. He doesn't even seem to realize that there's a third floor. Before it even hits noon, he finds himself in the first floor hallway, curled up in a fetal position.

How could he have been so stupid to think that he was here for no reason.]

On the way to the kitchen

[solomonjihad]

...Seymour?

[She sees him in that position, and instantly, alarm bells go off. No. No no no no not again aha yes again

She's dropping her supplies on the stairs (no worries, most of its sealed, also ten second rule!!) to check the body.]

[dontfeedplants]

[Before Astarte can get to Seymour, hearing his name being called and the art supplies dropping to the floor startles him enough that he looks up at Astarte.

Seymour is most certainly not dead. Well... physically dead at least, he looks very emotionally dead right now. His face is as white as a sheet and has a look of pure shock on his face.]

Astarte?

[solomonjihad]

[Astarte is instantly at his side, a concerned look on her face. Oh, thank goodness, he's alive...is he injured? Or...]

Are you all right? What happened?

[dontfeedplants]

[He opens his mouth to say something, then buries his face in his hands.]

No, I'm not okay.

[He's unsure if he wants to answer that second question.]

[solomonjihad]

[What would Lilith Sailor Moon Anna Jesus?? er]

Do you...want to talk about it?

[dontfeedplants]

[There's a long pause. He honestly did not want to talk about it, and if he had more energy, he would just rush back to his room and stay there forever.

Eventually, he asks a question that had popped into his head suddenly.]

... Are we stuck in Hell?

first floor hallway

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna's first thought seeing Seymour like that? Is he dead?

She rushes over and kneels down beside him, gently shaking her friends shoulder.]

S-Seymour!

[dontfeedplants]

[Luckily for Anna, almost immediately as she starts shaking him Seymour springs to life. Unfortunately, at the touch, Seymour instantly backs away and gets into a defensive stance. It takes him a few seconds for him to realize that it's just Anna and he takes a few deep breaths.]

Oh... it's just you.

[sunshineprincess]

[She squeaks and backs away. Boy, that sure was a reaction.]

I thought you were hurt!

[dontfeedplants]

[He managed to look a little guilty as he went back to hugging his knees.]

Sorry about that...

[sunshineprincess]

No... I'm just so glad you're okay. Wait.. you're not okay okay, are you.

[Do you need a hug?]

[dontfeedplants]

[Any physical contact with Seymour might not be the best idea, judging how violently he reacted to a gentle shake.]

No, I'm not at all okay

first floor hallway

[robitussin]

[She isn't really intending to stop and chat with anyone as she walks down the hallway, but seeing him like that... Even she can't just wander past. She kneels down near him.]

...Are you hurt?

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour registers that it's Natalie, but he doesn't actually respond until nearly half a minute passed. His voice is hushed and full of fear.]

It was right.

[robitussin]

What was right? The—

[Oh.]

Oh, shit.

[dontfeedplants]

I tried to stop it. I really did.

[His tone is almost apologetic towards Natalie. He was sure that everyone would all think he's a monster once this got out.

Because Seymour felt like he was a monster himself right now.]

[robitussin]

Yeah...

[She doesn't really know what to say - there's no comfort for something like that. Still, even if it was his fault, she has no doubt it wasn't malicious. Probably just an accident.]

Probably could have happened to anyone.

[dontfeedplants]

I guess...

[He rubs at his eyes.]

Looking back, I can't help but wonder if I was targeted.

[onthebusagain]

[Heather's a shadow of herself today, too- but she stops long enough to stare at Seymour in the hallway, stopping to frown at him. ] Alright, what's your deal this time? [Seriously, its her turn to wallow in melodrama, get with it. ]

[dontfeedplants]

[It's not a competition, Heather.

Seymour hugs his legs tighter.]

Everything.

[Well he's not wrong there.]

[onthebusagain]

[Lies. Life is a contest.]

Yeah? [Don't mind her, she's sitting beside him.] Me too.

[dontfeedplants]

Really?

[That's... not quite a relief to him, but it's slightly comforting to not be exactly alone here.]

I guess we can go through this shit together.

[onthebusagain]

You have your girlfriend to look forward to, at least.

[dontfeedplants]

[There is a long silence. Seymour can't even look at Heather when he speaks.]

... I don't think I have that anymore.