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

[robitussin]

Yeah, of course. I'll keep you as updated as I can.

[A small pause.]

Raoul?

[dechagny]

Thank you, Natalie.

[Hm? Pause?]

Yes?

[robitussin]

[She has a really bad feeling about this week, and even if she's trying to stay positive... After everything that happened with Astarte, it's hard.]

...You're my friend and I won't talk about the toilet brush any more.

[It's still blurted out in a rush, though.]

oh my god go sit in the fUCKING CORNER

[dechagny]

[There's a pause. She can't see it, but Raoul's...smiling. A little amazed, a little flattered.]

You are my friend too, Natalie - and I'm glad to call you as such. And, truthfully, I don't...particularly mind if you goad me about the toilet brush.

you love me

[robitussin]

[She laughs, despite the circumstances.]

Okay, then the toilet brush stays, and that's final.

Um... Thanks for not making it weird.

[emotions are hard]

yes but you need to go sit in the corner anyway I am emotionally compromised

[dechagny]

There's not a thing weird about it - I'm just glad to hear it.

then my work here is done

[robitussin]

It's kind of weird? At least for me. I'm not really used to, um... This.

[Friendship is weird. Anyways.]

Are you going to be okay? Winslow doesn't seem hard to get along with or anything, but...

[dechagny]

Oh, we'll be fine. There's no need to worry about either of us.

[And he's not worried about Natalie, but...]

...You be sure to be okay, yourself.

[robitussin]

If I have to, I will live on sheer spite until they open this fucking door. Assholes.

[A sigh.]

I don't think Seymour or Jezebel are dangerous at all, so. There's that.

[dechagny]

The danger lies with the management - not any of us.

[robitussin]

I mean, other than the whole... mole thing. That could end not well.

[dechagny]

True. But they could always be lying to make us turn against each other. While I wouldn't suggest lowering your guard, I would suggest that you give the others the benefit of the doubt, if you can.

[robitussin]

There's a difference between distrusting someone and turning on them. Just have to find the happy medium, or whatever.