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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Comments

[robitussin]

You should try Jane Austen. Still romance for the most part, but probably less unfortunate?

[aflatouttahell]

Oh yeah, I've heard of her! Thanks.

[robitussin]

[...She has to ask.]

Not, like - you've heard of her as in she's down there with you, right?

[her heart can't take another shakespeare??]

[aflatouttahell]

No, actually! If she's anywhere, she's up at the other place.

[SHE'S ACTUALLY STILL ALIVE A TIME-TRAVELLING ALIEN INTELLECTUAL KIDNAPPED HER. SAINTS ROW, EVERYBODY!]

[robitussin]

Are there people who aren't, uh, anywhere?

[aflatouttahell]

She might... still be alive? Dad doesn't like to talk about Jane Austen.

[Of all the authors, you picked this one.]

[robitussin]

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

[aflatouttahell]

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

[robitussin]

I'm kind of seeing that. Speaking of which, I'm done with the questions, before this gets even more awkward and confusing.

[aflatouttahell]

Probably a good plan. No one needs too many Hell Spoilers.

[robitussin]

Right.

Soooo, what do you want to talk about instead?

[aflatouttahell]

I dunno. Romance? Hell's most of what I know, unless you want to hold a whole conversation about stuffed animals.

[robitussin]

I... would not know very much about that, unfortunately.

[aflatouttahell]

Neither would I. That's... sort of part of why I was hoping books would tell me. Something a little less... Shakespearey than Shakespeare's stuff, you know?

[She frowns at the Old Plays section.]

And definitely not something called 'Tis Pity She's a Whore.

[robitussin]

Maybe you could ask someone who has a little more experience than either of us? And... Who doesn't use phrases like that, yeah.

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah. Not exactly... a lot of people here who jump out at me, but. I'll think about it.

In the meantime, though, is there anything you want to talk about? I'm honestly kind of boring, apart from the Hell thing. And I do want to get to know you better.

[robitussin]

...Oh.

[It seems like that surprises her; she hesitate for a few moments.]

Well, uh, what do you want to know?

[aflatouttahell]

I don't know! Anything you want to tell me. What's your life like away from here?

[robitussin]

Well, um... I wake up at seven, go to school, go to swim practice, practice piano, do my homework, probably eat at some point, study, do more homework, go to sleep at two or three if I'm lucky... Then go to sleep, wake up, rinse and repeat.

[aflatouttahell]

What's school like? I've only ever been tutored.

[robitussin]

Not that great, honestly. None of the teachers really care about us, they give us hours of homework for every class each night, the other students are all dicks...

[aflatouttahell]

That's... about what I hear. At least from books and things. Is there really nothing good about it?

[robitussin]

...Some of the people might be okay, I guess.

[Is she blushing?? Oh my god.]

[aflatouttahell]

[Oh my god.]

Okay, huh?

[SHE LIKES LOVE, NATALIE, I'M SO SORRY.]

[robitussin]

—Nothing, never mind. I don't even remember how we - it's nothing.

[Convincing??]