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

[solomonjihad]

[She folds her hands, looking down with a small smile herself.]

At least alive enough to like cake, at least.

[dechagny]

[Awww there we go]

That, dear Astarte, is quite alive enough.

[solomonjihad]

...Oh! Do you want a piece of cake? There's still some chocolate cake left...

[dechagny]

You know, I believe I would, thank you.

[Chocolate cake, why not.]

[solomonjihad]

Ah, I'll be right back...!

[Nodding as she says that, she quickly excuses herself. About ten minutes later she comes back with two pieces so they can both be cake zombies together.]

Here you go. Its the leftovers of...of the cake I made last week.

[dechagny]

[Ah she didn't have to go on her own...nobody's a servant here! But still, Raoul looks grateful.]

That certainly doesn't make it any less edible - thank you, Astarte.

[solomonjihad]

Mm.

[She nods as she eats her own. Its cold, but thankfully, not hard. And still good, thank goodness.]

Ah, what were you thinking of making by the way? For cooking, I mean, this week.

[dechagny]

Hm. I had not given it much thought yet. I suppose...whatever it is I feel like trying.

[Maybe not anything so...ridiculously mid century.]