week 5

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 5
[Five weeks, three trials, seven deaths and thirteen performers left.

Monday the opera house has been cleaned top to bottom of any leftover traces of Halloween. No pumpkins, no cobwebs, no cheesy paper skeletons, not even a hint that there the decorations has been there in the first place. There's a slight chill in the air this week, like someone forgot to shut off the air conditioning on for a bit too long. Luckily there are plenty of sweaters in the costume room should the performers get chilly. Three more doors are lacking in their appropriate stars now but, as with Hime's, Eliza and Darla's doors have different stars stuck tight to them with different names on them.

The door on in the third floor lobby is unlocked and a new floor is ready to be explored. Enjoy your week, everyone.]


[Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]

[ooc: put in your memories and get in your activity, lovelies, and let's have a stellar week.]

Comments

[dechagny]

[For Natalie's sake, Raoul attempts to chuckle. The sound is weary and mirthless.]

I have never been the type of man for whiskey, I'm afraid. [A pause to take a sip. He's being slow and measured with his drink.] As for your question...yes.

[robitussin]

You need some serious pointers in the fake laughter department.

[A pause.]

The trial, or something else?

[dechagny]

I have never been much for lying.

[He always says what he knows is the truth, and is constantly honest with how he feels and what he thinks is right.]

...My dream, from last night. Or, I suppose...it is a memory, isn't it?

[robitussin]

It's kind of refreshing, honestly.

[Gasp, a compliment. It only took a month.]

Yeah. All of them have seemed like memories to me. What happened?

[dechagny]

[He looks over at her with eyebrows raised at that. Holy shit, girl, he'll take that compliment and run with it.]

...I do not know...if it is right to trouble you with it. I - there is nothing anyone can do, if what happened before me was sincere...

[robitussin]

I'm not going to force you to talk about it, but I did ask, you know. It's not you're dumping anything on me out of nowhere.

he's gonna sing a whole song are you prepared for that

[dechagny]

[She's right. Raoul can recognize that, at least, and...well. He shouldn't let this sit just with him, if someone asks to know. That's what leads to pain and murder and executions.]

If...you don't mind me sharing, then...I could share.

i am 100% ready for this

[robitussin]

Go for it.

don't say I didn't warn you

[dechagny]

[He nods, takes a deep breath in and out. While there's no one at the bar piano, that doesn't stop music from floating in as Raoul begins to sing.]

Righteous men don't get hurt
Can't be heartbroken, when will I learn
What led to this, led to this

I followed her, with noble intent
Taken away, by an ignoble man
I feared for her, feared for her

To the depths, to the depths I
Descended, descended I
Would save her, would save her but

Did she need me to set her free?

He did hang me from the reddest rope, from the reddest rope
Breath came to me in ragged gasps
In ragged gasps
She came to him willingly and embraced, and kissed him with fervor
While I did hang from the reddest rope, from the reddest rope

But I'm holding on for dear life, can't look away, can't close my eyes
Christine what is he to you, angel or demon or lover anew
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, can't look away, can't close my eyes
Did I never tell you how deep ran my love, did you never know that I do
Know that I do

Sun is up, or I suppose
It is outside this opera house
And where you are, where you are beyond

Dear Christine, dear Christine, I
Want to see, want to see you
One last time, if I'm to die

But do you no longer think of me

He did hang me from the reddest rope, from the reddest rope
To what end I can only assume
I can only assume
He wished me cold and dead before his feet, perhaps he got his wish
As you kissed him in the dark of the night, in the dark of the night

But while trapped I'll never know, cannot ask, can't determine what's right
Subjected to whims of men I can't see, who care not for the fate of me
But perhaps all is not lost to despair, for I'm here, I'm still alive
There must be a way to find out, if I did tell her of my love
Oh God above

Did she love me
Or this grotesque monstrosity
Who thinks nothing of killing a man
If there's a chance
Under what circumstance
Did he force himself into her life
The woman I wished to make my wife
Christine so sweet and demure
My heart did you spur
It's all a blur...

[As the song fades out, Raoul takes a bitter swallow of wine. Sorry buddy, it's not going to take the taste of sorrow out of your mouth.]

[robitussin]

Wait.

[She takes a moment, trying to parse that.]

So... Some guy tried to kill you and the girl you have a thing for made out with him while he was doing that? What the fuck?

[dechagny]

[...Somewhat bashful "Ahem".]

That was what it seemed to me, yes. "What the fuck" indeed. I...I don't know how to figure out why any of it happened, either, which...it makes things doubly frustrating!

[robitussin]

I mean... To me, it sounds like the why is explained with the fact that they're both awful?

[dechagny]

[...Oh gosh, he looks absolutely aghast.]

Christine, horrible? No - no, never! There must be some other answer for it, I cannot accept that!

[robitussin]

Can you think of one?

[dechagny]

All I can think of is that man having...done something to her...I don't even know him, but she would never delight in someone's death that way!

[robitussin]

So... Are we talking brainwashing, or...?

[dechagny]

I...I...

[He heaves such a tired sigh.]

I simply...do not know. There is not an inkling of an idea in my mind that could have convinced her.

[There is, actually, and it's a far-flung possibility, but when she had spoken of her Angel of Music...could it have been...]