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]

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??]

[aflatouttahell]

How you what? Come on, you can tell me!

[She can finally talk to someone about romance? why would she not ask???]

[robitussin]

Ugh. There was this guy who was, like... I don't know.

[She is so long suffering!!]

I guess we went to this dance? But I don't remember anything before that.

[Other than his dramatic declaration of love before they made out, that is??]

[aflatouttahell]

Ah! A dance! See, that's a good thing about high school!

[She sighs.]

These memories showing back sure are confusing, though, I understand. I found out I'm going to be in an arranged marriage through mine. Or maybe I already am?

[robitussin]

I guess. I'm not really the dancing type.

[A small pause.]

That... really sucks. Do you remember who it was?

[aflatouttahell]

The President of the United States.

[...]

In my world. They... used to lead a gang. My dad's a big fan of murder and chaos, so he trapped their soul in a crystal and dragged them to Hell to marry me off to them.

[robitussin]

[The longest pause. Not really, but it's pretty long.]

Okay, I swore like three minutes ago I wasn't going to ask any more questions, but...

[She has so many questions??]

Which president? We've had a lot. Although from your description I kind of want to guess Nixon?

[aflatouttahell]

Uh... I don't actually know their name. I couldn't keep up with Earth politics if I wanted to, and my dad won't tell me much of anything. Just "you're marrying them, Jezzie, and I won't hear any arguments."

[SHE SAYS, LIKE ANY OF THIS IS NORMAL. I AM VERY SORRY ABOUT SAINTS ROW.]

[robitussin]

[This is why she didn't want to ask any questions. It only leads to more.]

Fuck your dad, honestly.

[aflatouttahell]

That's kind of the long and short of everything in my life, yeah.


["She wants to kill me! You bring out the best in her."

No, that was... She doesn't have context for that memory, there has to be something else.]

[robitussin]

I mean... Not to overstep, but given your parentage, I think not liking your dad is an entirely legitimate option.

[aflatouttahell]

I don't think anyone would blame me for hating Satan. But what if he wants that?

[robitussin]

...What do you mean?