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

[onthebusagain]

Yeah. I think so. [There's a little thump as she sits down and leans against the door. ]

The Pirate King's actually a really fun guy, and Anna's been baking us nice things.

[robitussin]

Yeah. Not a bad group to be stuck with, I guess. He seems nice despite the whole, uh, pirate thing, and Anna would never hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it.

[onthebusagain]

Are you okay? Other than super sleepy?

[robitussin]

Yeah. This motive sucks a lot more than the others, but it'll be over soon. Just gotta get through one more day...

[onthebusagain]

That's right. [yaaaaawn] We just have to make it just a while longer.

...Hey, Natalie?

[robitussin]

Yeah? What's up?

[onthebusagain]

I just wanted to say thanks. You're totally a good friend.

[robitussin]

[A small pause.]

For... telling you people don't want you to die?

[onthebusagain]

For not laughing. ...Or telling me to do it.

[robitussin]

I'm pretty sure any decent person would never do either of those things.

[onthebusagain]

Most people aren't decent.

[robitussin]

Yeah, but your friends should be. I mean, your bar is set so low you feel like you need to thank people for not telling you you should be dead, isn't that kind of fucked up?