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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Comments

[dechagny]

[Ah, the Pirate King! Good man, there he is. Raoul moves so he can take a look at that...eugh...pink goo setting in the pie crust.]

It is a pie of something called "Spam". I...am starting to wonder, however, how viable these recipes actually are. Nothing has actually looked like this before cooking.

[catliketread]

It certainly is uh... unique!

[Yes, that's the kind way of putting it. Yikes.]

Perhaps another ingredient may be better for pies in the future, though...

[dechagny]

I am definitely going to favor many other fillings in the future.

[Even if this turns out edible and doesn't make anybody sick, he's never ever cooking with Spam again. This is frightening.]