WEEK 6

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 6

[Six weeks later, and eleven performers remain.

The opera house is much the same when Monday morning dawns this week. It seems you've truly gone as high as you can go - there is no fifth floor, and no sign of any other new areas. The air has grown colder, like perhaps someone failed to adjust the heating for the winter weather that's supposedly happening just outside. Javert and Astarte's stars are still firmly affixed to their doors; it seems you might have to try a little harder to learn their secrets.

Things seem to be building. Have a good week, everyone.]

[ Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday ]

[ooc: don't forget to submit your memories and check into the roll call!]

Comments

[dechagny]

[He jumps at the sound of it humming, and just. Stares for like half a minute at the microwave being on. He's been in the kitchen enough times to know that it's not suppose to work that way. It only does the thing when you press the buttons. So why...

...Bah, it's probably a bunch of nonsense. He crosses over, turns the microwave off, and returns to his work.

Dare you to do it again.]

[stagemanagers]

[ you turned it off before it was done ]

[ a few seconds later it turns back on ]

[dechagny]

[JESUS FUCK

He legit jumps a couple inches at that, stumbling back into the counter. You're lucky the pie doesn't go flying, mysterious microwave-turner-oner - and you might even be more lucky that he takes a glance at how long the timer's been set.

Is the microwave set to a specific amount of time? Say, the length of time it takes to make a Hot Pocket?]

[stagemanagers]

[ less than that now ]

[ but then again, you did turn it off in the middle of its original cooking time ]

[ let it finish? ]

[dechagny]

[...Sure. You know what? Fine. This is weird anyway. If a goddamn Ghost Hot Pocket comes out he's going to flip his shit though, because now he's just watching it in mounting terror.]

[stagemanagers]

[ it stops at the time, the light goes out, and the door remains shut ]











[ the room now smells of hot pockets ]

[dechagny]

[fUCK everything is haunted their is no escape - no that is not what Raoul is actually thinking, though he is slow and nervous as he approaches the microwave.]

...Come on man, pull yourself together - it's simply the micro-wave...

[Will he be allowed to open the microwave? Or will the Opera Ghosts object?]

[stagemanagers]

[ the microwave door opens ]

[ there is nothing there ]

[ especially not a delicious hot pocket ]

GOD BLESS THAT SOUND CLIP

[dechagny]

[...Raoul smacks his face lightly. Did he really get scared of a machine? Really? It's gotta be on the fritz.]