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!]

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lobby

[stagemanagers]

[ behind him, there's a dull scraping sound ]

[ one of the chairs has moved out of position ]

[dechagny]

AAUGH!

[He shouted AND jumped at that. Congrats Opera Ghosts, you have scared the bejiminy out of a sad, lonely aristocrat. I hope you're proud of yourself.]

What devilry is this now?!?

[stagemanagers]

[ ...sorry, raoul, but other chairs have started moving now ]

[ they're just scooting around the lobby, slowly at first, gathering speed ]

[ the trajectory seems pretty random, but watch that none of them clip you ]

[dechagny]

[Oh he's watching alright, he's going to grab the nearest one and try sitting on it to make it stop]

Cease - this - ridiculousness!!

[stagemanagers]

[ the chair briefly slows to a stop ]

[ and then starts pushing itself around with even more power ]

[dechagny]

[SCREAMS

No really Raoul is screaming, none of this is okay]

REVEAL YOURSELF! STOP THESE SHENANIGANS AND SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!!

[stagemanagers]

[ the other chairs have mostly stopped, and the one raoul is sitting in slows, then spins to face the dressing rooms ]

[ and then around towards the box office ]

[ one of the other chairs flips upside-down as it lifts into the air, and then is hurled hard at the box office door ]

[dechagny]

[THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT HE MEANT]

NO! NO, DON'T DO THAT!!!

[stagemanagers]

[ remember when you dismissed the microwave as broken, raoul? ]

[ do you remember ]



[ the other chairs stop. after a moment, the one that was thrown lifts into the air again, slower, and floats over to rest back in its original place and position ]

[ the others slowly start making their way back as well ]

[dechagny]

[...Oh my God.

He's just going to. Get off this chair and back up and. And turn round and try not to run away from the lobby, but walk briskly, with a horrified expression on his face.

Dear sweet lord he can't even begin to explain what just happened]