WEEK 4, MONDAY, HALLOWEEN PARTY \o/

[trettende]

[ That's right, cast members! It's Halloween! Some weird holiday Hans totally read up on that involves dressing up and eating sweets, apparently. As with his last party, Hans has slipped an invitation under your door, inviting you, yes you! To celebrate Halloween in the... third floor ballroom? Hell, Hans didn't plan for that, but if the set-up's there, he'll take it. The note doesn't quite say "It's what Hime would have wanted" but it does say "We should all stick together and try to make the best of our time with each other," so y'know. It's implied. Along with "Costumes mandatory! It's not Halloween without that."

Once you arrive at the party, what will you do? Will you enjoy some refreshments? The drinks are set out just like last time, along with some cake made by Astarte (not exactly Hime quality but a very sweet attempt,) perhaps take the chance to share some stories or show off your costume? Or maybe you'd like to check out what's going on at the tables? Looks like someone set up pumpkin carving stations Why, the possibilities are endless! ]

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[tellthestory]

Hmmm.

[He smiles a little.]

Maybe you'll all get to Paris yet.

[dechagny]

I am keeping my fingers crossed.

[Golden ending: giant musical Christmas party in 1880's Paris.]

[tellthestory]

You could even take them all to a real opera! Or maybe not...

[Are we sick of opera houses at this point?]

pffft omg

[dechagny]

[HAHAHAHAHAH........]

...Perhaps...in the new year, and not at Christmas. It would probably be too soon.

[tellthestory]

Yeah, I guess so.

[Ah, talking about the future.]

I've never seen an actual opera - are they fun?

[dechagny]

[You're in luck! You've asked the best authority on operas in this place - the guy who patrons one at home.]

They are lovely and enthralling experiences! I would be glad to invite you to a performance at the Opera Populaire someday, if it were possible, and...again, given enough time.

[tellthestory]

[A corner of his mouth curves a little.]

That's real nice of you. But I doubt I'll ever leave here.

[dechagny]

Why not? However this "production" might end...it shall end, Monsieur. And then you shall be free to do as you wish.

[tellthestory]

No...? Just because one show ends, that doesn't mean my employment's over.

[dechagny]

...

[Slow dawning horror in Raoul's mind right now. He's quick to stuff it down and not express it, though.]

Do you mean...you'll have yet another of these shows to put on...?

[tellthestory]

Not like this. I wouldn't agree to another one of these. But something, probably.

[dechagny]

[...That gets a small smile out of him. Raoul's glad he's sort of warmed up to you, Billydeer.]

I don't blame you for that. Though...how long do they expect you to work for them?

[tellthestory]

...well, forever, I guess. It's not like I can go back to my last job.

[dechagny]

Oh no, of course not - but you cannot go and find a new one?

[Even in the 1880's the well off have no idea how job searches work]

[tellthestory]

Where? I don't have anywhere else to go - maybe back where I came from, but I'm not so sure I can find my way out of here either. Management brought me in the first time.

[dechagny]

...So...you truly are as affixed to this opera house as we are, then?

[Dammit. Damn it, he'd hoped...]

[tellthestory]

Guess so. It's not like I've ever tried to get out.