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

[trettende]

Would be...?

[pennyless]

Totally broken? Completely unstoppable?

Honestly, if Management has powers like that, then there's... We've got no chance of beating them.

[trettende]

Well we'd better hope there's a machine then.

[ But Hans kind of doubts it. ]

[pennyless]

Yeah, or we'd better get used to just getting brought back here and "reset" until it goes the way that Management wants. And...probably not even remembering.

[trettende]

Well that's... creepy.

[pennyless]

Yeah, exactly. That's why Reality-warping powers would be pretty much unstoppable.

[Billy looks over the bar, and then gets up and reaches over to bring over a bottle of rum (of a brand that has nothing to do with captains), pouring a splash in his cup.

And then a significantly bigger splash.]

[trettende]

[ He feels ya there, buddy. Hans downs the rest of his seltzer water and offers his empty glass to Billy. Give a guy a refill, would ya? ]

So, a blowtorch, that's your latest project, right?

[inforapenny]

[Well he'd already set the rum down to grab the soda gun again, so when he sees the glass held out he looks at it for a moment.

Then pours about two fingers of run into Hans' glass.]

Yeah. It's almost done, but I ran into a problem because I couldn't find compressed air and now I can't find a way to refill my compressed air can that I made.

You, uh. You want some coke with that?

[trettende]

[ Aw, see? Look, Hans can even be civil enough to share a drink with his closest-thing-to-an-arch-nemesis. He takes the glass back and is about to just drink it when Billy offers him soda. ]

Sure, why not?

[ It'll help keep him awake too, that's always good. ]

Does the bar use compressed air at all? Like with the dispensers?

[inforapenny]

[You wish you were important enough to be his nemesis, buddy.]

Actually, it'a carbon dioxide, which isn't flammable.

[He says, as he shoots some cola into Hans' glass.]

That's what the bubbles are.

[trettende]

[ You stole his ex, bro, that's grounds for nemesis-ing. ]

Oh. [ Chemistry. So not Hans' thing. ]

I was wondering how they got it to be this fizzy. I'd only ever had it in champagne before.

[inforapenny]

[His nemesis didn't steal the girl he wanted until long after they were already nemeses, dude.]

That's actually CO2, too. See, in champagne the yeast ferments the sugars in the grapes and creates pockets of carbon dioxide. Then the bubble trains in the glass come from that CO2 catching on tiny microscopic imperfections in the glass - things like fibers or scratches or etching - and gathering until they just zip! float up to the top of the glass.

[He hangs the soda gun back up and takes a long sip of his rum and coke.]

Unlike soda, where the carbon dioxide is forced in after the soda has already been made.

[trettende]

[ Wow, nerd. ]

Well, that all sounds pretty complicated. I knew champagne was an art to make, but I had no idea how it worked.

[ He still doesn't tbqh that went over his head. But Hans takes a sip of his coke regardless. It's sweeter than what he usually drinks but whatever, it's been a long week. ]

[inforapenny]

Yeah. Before people figured out what made it bubble, the bottles used to, um. Explode. Servants had to wear masks to handle them, and it usually wasn't just one bottle that exploded. It was called "The Devil's Wine."

[trettende]

How... ominous.

[ Didn't Hans get champagne on the first week? Was the Balladeer trying to make a joke? ]

I had no idea it was that dangerous.

[inforapenny]

Oh, they don't explode anymore. Glassmaking processes have improved immensely, and when they discovered what it was that was making it explode they, you know. Stopped doing that.

Any champagne that's here is totally fine, unless it looks like it's from the late 1600s.

[trettende]

Oh, good. The last thing we need is some other way to weaponize the things here.

[ Because, y'know, murders. ]

You know a lot of random things, don't you?

[inforapenny]

Uh, yeah. The- the future has this thing called, uh. "Wikipedia."

If it's at all related to chemistry or physics or pretty much any kind of science, I've probably at least skimmed the entry for it.

[trettende]

Like an encyclopedia? It must be quite extensive.

[ God, remember the days when you couldn't just look shit up... ]

[inforapenny]

It's- it's a free encyclopedia, on the internet. I've, uh. I've done my fair share of...of editing to it, as well.

[He takes another sip.]

Hey, you know what's funny?

[trettende]

[ Editing an encyclopedia? The internet? What. These are all things Hans can't really make sense of so he just nods. ]

What is?

[inforapenny]

Chronologically, I think...

I think you're probably the oldest person left here.

[trettende]

Um, what?

[ Seriously, what? Hans scoffs. ]

Billy Flynn is older than me, his hair is grey.

[inforapenny]

Yeah, but- Dude, he's from 1924. He's the oldest one left biologically, but chronologically it's all you.

[trettende]

1924?

[ Holy shit, you guys don't need to remind him you're from the future all the time!! He does not like what you're implying here, Billy. ]

"Chronologically"? That doesn't mean anything! I'm not old you're all just... from the future!