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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[dieformymusic]

[Winslow didn't want any part with the last trial. He was sure he'd be no use anyway. What's the worst thing was Home was dead. A child. Surely a sadistic place this is to kill a child.

This Halloween must be real foreboding too...Winslow remembers more...

Anyway what difference does it make? What choice do you have?

A name familiar to him, to everyone back home: Swan. He's in his gear from what he remembers...something happened to him, maybe this is what made Swan speak with him at all.

A prick of the finger and blood on the contract in his memories. Ink isn't worth anything to me Winslow. Now sign.

He's in the first floor ballroom. The real Winslow has his prosthetics on, but he's chosen to don the cape. Will he ever be himself?

He hammers out his tune from his Faust. You can join and sing if you'd like.

He signs in his memory.

And now we're in business. Together. Forever.]

[aflatouttahell]

[Jez waits, and listens. Then she claps. Surely this isn't an awkward time to see a devil.]

It sounds good, Winslow.

[dieformymusic]

[Nooooo not at all.

He turns back to Jez, making a gurgle of appreciation before he returns to his communicative crutch.

"Thank you. It is for my Faust."

HIS Faust.]