itscurtains | week 4

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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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[Happy Halloween to all!

Seeing as it's a very special day and that Hans is throwing a very special party, it looks like someone has a very special activity planned for it. In the third floor dance studio, trash bags have been spread out on the floor and 16 tables have been set up set up, each with a pumpkin on it and a small assortment of carving tools.

What even is all this about?]

[The incredible pain was the last thing he remembered before he woke up. Seymour lied in his bed in a daze, taking about a minute to remember that he was still alive in the opera house and, for the most part, was pretty safe.

But I'm not alive rang in his head and he felt sick to his stomach.

He spent a good amount of time trying to convince himself in vain that it was just a nightmare. But he couldn't deny that it felt just as real as last week’s “memory”. The anger, the panic, the pain, he had to keep looking at his hands just to make sure he was still here.

And he realized in horror that this was what the secret was referring to.

Notably, Seymour is not going to be anywhere near the garden today, nor is he anywhere near the Halloween party. Instead opting to mindlessly wander the first floor. He doesn't even seem to realize that there's a third floor. Before it even hits noon, he finds himself in the first floor hallway, curled up in a fetal position.

How could he have been so stupid to think that he was here for no reason.]

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[Gabe's door...what does that star say? How come he has a star, still, when Hime...

...In any case. She slept nice and long last night, and she's now awake and ready, though a little more somber than last week, for certain. She's exploring the third floor in the morning, though with less enthusiasm as before. The unlocked door doesn't mean freedom, she knows that now. Feel free to join her, or to join her in the bakery in the early afternoon. She...seems to keep staring off, for some reason, as she tries to look for ingredients. What is she thinking? Is it her thinking?

Maybe it is. She is Sailor Astarte, after all. There's no way to deny it. She...saved the sailor soldiers with that power. Thus, she's the last magical girl here, so she has to carry on what Hime did. And...that includes following up on making that cake for Hans' party.

The kitchen is where she is in the late afternoon, trying to make that special Halloween cake. And lastly, she's in the dance studio, carving herself a pumpkin. Or hacking it depending on your interpretation. Oops.]

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[Billy's been absent most of the day on Saturday and Sunday, not to mention most of the week before.

But now he's on the third floor, with a small device that looks almost like a screwdriver. He's borrowed a pair of goggles and big ol gloves from the woodworking shop, and he's standing at the padlock with the device in one hand and the padlock cupped in the other.

Who needs keys when you have a laser?]

[After she wakes up, it's hard to convince herself to leave her room. A sizable part of her wants to stay there the entire day, away from everyone. She knows she can't - someone will note her absence if she does that, she thinks. She's never been good at knowing how to react to people being concerned for her, and she doesn't want to cause any more than she already has. As such, she does force herself out of the bed eventually, but even after she leaves her room, she won't be found anywhere until the early afternoon.

For the latter half of the day, she can be found in the library, curled up in an armchair with a few books at her side and one held in her hands - a copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. Compared to how she was acting towards the end of the trial, now she at least seems much calmer. She's humming a tune, but she falls silent as soon as anyone enters, turning her attention back to the book in her hands. She doesn't look up at anyone or address them unless they approach her, and then:]

Yeah? What's up?

[The weekend had been bad. Anna had spent most of it just going through everything in her room and still trying to figure out what to do with the things in D-ne's room. She's stressed, especially after the dream she had. Hans...

So Anna can be seen exploring the bakery. She was hoping for some krumkake... When she can't figure out how to use the coffee machine in there, she tries her hand at opening the cold storage door. Woooooowwwww! So much stuff in here! She has a few bags of dough under her arm, because why shouldn't they bake?

After bakery time, she is sure to go on the hunt for anyone who dislikes Hans even remotely so she can vent. OH BOY DOES SHE HAVE SOMETHING SHE NEEDS TO GET OFF OF HER CHEST]

[If there is one person Anna can talk to, it's Natalie. Though when she sees Natalie reading and hearing her hum... she hesitates. She feels almost guilty to want to tell her friend(?) about this. So how about something else... Something not Hans related.]

H-Hey. So... they've got a bakery here! Have you been in there?

...Seymour?

[She sees him in that position, and instantly, alarm bells go off. No. No no no no not again ~~aha yes again~~

She's dropping her supplies on the stairs (no worries, most of its sealed, also ten second rule!!) to check the body.]

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[Anna's first thought seeing Seymour like that? Is he dead?

She rushes over and kneels down beside him, gently shaking her friends shoulder.]

S-Seymour!

[She shakes her head, setting the book down for the moment.]

No. I saw that door was unlocked now, but I haven't really looked around yet. Is there food there?

Anna?

[Hi, guess who also raided the bakery? Guess who's making carrot pumpkin cake because its Halloween??]

Are you all right?

[Also guess who notices that Anna is REALLY not happy right now.]

[Another Monday, another night of too-real dreams. Raoul wakes disgruntled and more confused than ever, almost certain he still had a letter in his hands to crumple and Carlotta's operatic whining ringing in his ears.

The Angel of Music...it's not anyone he's met before, that Raoul is sure of, but from what he's learned from the others trapped in this opera house and his own suspicions given thought, he's certain they are no angel - and that the longer he and Christine are separated, the more likely it is that they could cause her and the entire Opera Populaire serious harm.

He's got to get out - but he won't kill to do it. No, there has been too much death here already, and the management is their real foe.

Raoul will come by Hans' party later. For now, he's going to check out two places on the new floor that's opened up - the Paint Room and the Game Room. If anyone is to find him here, they'll see he's actually making an effort to examine what's been offered to them, whether by checking out the shelves behind the paint cans in the former or by physically opening up every game in the latter to make some sense of the pieces and see if there's anything of note besides the games in the cabinets. Feel free to come send his little investigation off the rails, or help him, whichever you see fit.]</small.

[Its Astarte standing there, head down, a plate of cake in one hand, and a cup of tea in another.]

...Hi. Ah...

[How does one do this without just saying "sorry" three dozen times?]

I'm--

[NO.]

...holding cake and tea.

[Nailed it]

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[Before Astarte can get to Seymour, hearing his name being called and the art supplies dropping to the floor startles him enough that he looks up at Astarte.

Seymour is most certainly not dead. Well... physically dead at least, he looks very emotionally dead right now. His face is as white as a sheet and has a look of pure shock on his face.]

Astarte?

[Luckily for Anna, almost immediately as she starts shaking him Seymour springs to life. Unfortunately, at the touch, Seymour instantly backs away and gets into a defensive stance. It takes him a few seconds for him to realize that it's just Anna and he takes a few deep breaths.]

Oh... it's just you.

[Astarte is instantly at his side, a concerned look on her face. Oh, thank goodness, he's alive...is he injured? Or...]

Are you all right? What happened?

[He opens his mouth to say something, then buries his face in his hands.]

No, I'm not okay.

[He's unsure if he wants to answer that second question.]

[What would ~~Lilith~~ ~~Sailor Moon~~ ~~Anna~~ ~~Jesus??~~ er]

Do you...want to talk about it?

[There's a long pause. He honestly did not want to talk about it, and if he had more energy, he would just rush back to his room and stay there forever.

Eventually, he asks a question that had popped into his head suddenly.]

... Are we stuck in Hell?

Yeah, but it's all frozen and you have to make it yourself. But! I did figure out how to use the oven!

[She smells like burnt cookies, but that was only one batch.]

[Anna stops when she sees Astarte. Hmm...]

Yes! The memory I woke up with makes me hate Hans even more!

[She squeaks and backs away. Boy, that sure was a reaction.]

I thought you were hurt!

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