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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OTA/come for hans scrap

[dieformymusic]

[Earlier Winslow is much like a ghost, restlessly going back and forth between the floors. Otherwise if you want to get him in one place, he's holed up in the paint room. He's not much a visual artist, but the new set of paints gives him something to do,a chance to try out painting more complex notes large scale.

MEANWHILE...
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He hadn't expected the sharp sting of betrayal before Wednesday, but he had found it from learning about Hands. He found his music HIS music had been used as a fraudulent lie. This came fresh off the memory of signing himself with Swan, of entering an agreement for the sake of Phoenix. He did that for her. Just so she could be his voice. But Hans? He was a fraud of love and robbed his music. And for that, Hans must pay.

Cue Winslow rushing out past the lobby, his helmet and cape firmly back on their place now that he's enraged. Anna said he was nearby, he would tear this opera apart looking for him.]

[trettende]

[ Hans has since moved from the lobby but he comes downstairs just in time to see Winslow in... obvious distress. Hans knows Anna's been all about ruining his good name lately but most people have taken the news fairly well. He doesn't really suspect much will come of it... ]

Is... everything alright, Winslow?

[dieformymusic]

[Sorry you haven't met Winslow Leach the King of Not Taking Things Well at all.

Winslow doesn't write anything, only let his clipboard clatter to the floor as he charges forward, leaps...and makes a flying drop punch in Han's direction with the most awful enraged yowl.]

[trettende]

[ Oh, Jesus Christ. Hans expected this stuff from Anna, but Winslow? He raises his hands to try and protect his face, pulling back only in time to avoid getting completed decked. Winslow clocks him right in the jaw, wow. ]

Winslow, what--? What is wrong with you?!

[dieformymusic]

[Yes these are legitimate questions, but unfortunately Winslow isn't listening to them right now.

Right now he's going for a big tackle to the prince.]

[trettende]

[ Yep, down the go into a tussle, this is embarrassing. Hans tries his best to fight Winslow off but now that they're on the floor he is at an obvious disadvantage. ]

St-stop! Have you gone mad??

[dieformymusic]

[No dignity in this fight. Just Winslow giving it his vicious all. He crawls off Hans only for a moment to ngrasp his clipboard once more.

"NEVER TOUCH MY MUSIC AGAIN."]

[trettende]

[ Ohhh, okay. Hans can suddenly understand why Winslow is mad. Geez, dramatic much? You'll get to see Hans for his true asshole self with the look he gives Winslow. ]

Alright, alright. Geez. We really were engaged, you know.

[dieformymusic]

[Winslow is caught off guard by his non hostile manner. Doesn't stop his own anger, of course.

"Doesn't matter.

You used my services and then you MUTILATED my music."]

[trettende]

[ Sorry, he's just really not looking to start a fight over something as silly as so-called "true love." ]

Well, I'm sorry.

[ He doesn't sound very sorry. ]

I won't do it again.

[ At least that sounds honest. ]

[dieformymusic]

[Well...one part sounded honest. Winslow gives Hans a harsh eye before backing off and writing again, ripping the paper and let it drop before Hans.

"Never touch or look at my music again.

If you try I won't hold back like I did."]

[trettende]

[ Hans reads it over and tries his best to pick himself up. ]

Fine. I won't.

[ he doesn't need your music anyway!! ]