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.]

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

Comments

[dieformymusic]

[Oh yeah surprise he sounds like a fried toaster.]

The merchandise box gave me my voice.

But we're still prisoners here on this floor!

[dechagny]

[What's a toaster]

Well - I am glad you can speak again, friend, and sadly I must agree - we are more imprisoned than ever before. But the others...have you seen anyone else on this floor? Surely not everyone ventured upstairs...

[News about a mole? As if he cares - Winslow's no mole in his eyes. It's his concern for the safety of the others that's got him so worried.]

[dieformymusic]

[No way could Raoul be a mole...at least he thinks so.]

I can't find anyone...we must be on our own.

[dechagny]

[Aw hell no, of course he's not - and he doesn't think Winslow could be a mole either. He'd rather burn this place down.]

So that means...everyone else is above us.

[He takes a moment to think. None of them are without food - there's the garden and tea room, the bakery, and the bar, but one of those things is definitely not like the others. And then the rules of the management...how will anyone be able to sleep without suffering some sort of punishment?]