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

[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.

[onthebusagain]

....Oh. [She feels a little bad, now.]

I don't have a boyfriend anymore, either.

[dontfeedplants]

Oh my god, I'm so sorry about that. Do you know what happened to him?

... You don't have to answer that.

[Because he knows his everything is a sensitive topic for him. He wouldn't be surprised if Heather didn't want to talk about it.]

[onthebusagain]

[Does she want to talk about it? She doesn't know. ...She might as well, it's not like she has anything to prove to Seymour. And she has a lot on her chest. ]

He killed himself, because he was sleeping with the quarterback. [And her. Awkward.] My best friend did, too. And everyone here... Everyone I know had been dying.

[dontfeedplants]

Oh my god... [That did get a genuine reaction out of him. God that is way too much for a teenager to go through. He moves slightly closer to Heather.] I'm so sorry about that. I wish I could say that this could be the end of all the death...

[But already sounds convinced that there's going to be another death this week.]

[onthebusagain]

It won't end, I know. [She's come to accept it, too. ]

So, what's your deal?

[dontfeedplants]

[He swallows hard. He doesn't really want to share what happened to him, but at this point it's only fair to her.]

I was murdered.

["And I'm positive everyone is going to die because of me." is something he's tempted to add, but he worried that he was going to sound like he was trying to one-up Heather'a pain.]

[onthebusagain]

Jesus----

Wait. If you're murdered, how are you--

[dontfeedplants]

I-I don't know. I can't help but wonder if...

["-we're all actually dead," he thinks. But he realizes he shouldn't offer that theory to someone who's already suffering.]

[onthebusagain]

[Heather's quiet a long time- then she hugs her own knees. ]

It.... It would make sense, if my secret was true.

[dontfeedplants]

I... I can't guarantee that's what's going on. [Since apparently magic exists now? Also, he learned last night that the plant he bought can talk and is actually an alien so he would believe just about anything at this point.] I just don't know how I can be here otherwise.

[onthebusagain]

You weren't a bad person, were you?

[dontfeedplants]

I tried not to be.

[But his tone has a very heavy feeling of "but I turned out to be one".]

[onthebusagain]

I wasn't. [Shocker.] Do you think we could be in--

[dontfeedplants]

I... I don't know. I only wonder what Anna and... Hime were doing here if we are.