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

[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?

[aflatouttahell]

He may not care very much about me, but he does want me to be like him. And hatred is his bread and butter, you know? He thinks the love and kindness stuff should just be a rebellious phase. A... "what kid wants to be like their parents?" kind of thing.

[She sighs.]

So I don't know... what it would mean, if I hated him.

[robitussin]

Man, if he acts like that... Fuck what he thinks. Do things on your own terms and don't think about how it might seem to him.

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah. Yeah, I think... I'm going to choose to hate him. And if I can help it, I'm going to stay away from him as long as I can when this is all over.

[robitussin]

Yeah. You probably have enough time to figure out an escape plan or whatever.

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah. I'll figure something out - I just wish it would be easier for me to fit in in anyone else's world.

[Unfortunately: horns.]

[robitussin]

...Pretend you have a fixation on Halloween, or hire a surgeon who won't ask questions?

[aflatouttahell]

I'd just have to lose the horns more than anything. But...

[She gently touches one.]

I'd rather not, you know?

[robitussin]

Really?

[Something about that surprises her.]

Why's that?