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

[aflatouttahell]

Sure! Yeah. There are some in there that look good that we haven't gone through yet.

[She holds a hand out before starting over towards the media room. DO YOU WANNA HOLD HANDS, NATALIE?? :D]

[robitussin]

Okay.

[She hesitates, and then... takes her hand. Gross.]

[aflatouttahell]

[HOLDING HANDS AND ON THEIR WAY TO WATCH A MOVIE ISN'T THIS GREAT?

And once they get in there...]

Hm... how about Labyrinth?

[robitussin]

[yes one of them is clearly not rapidly approaching certain doom and the other heartbreak]

Sure thing. Have you ever seen it before?

[aflatouttahell]

[It's fine everything is fine!]

Nope! But it looks very cool.

[robitussin]

It's pretty dorky, but it's not bad.

[Sitting down, yep.]

[aflatouttahell]

[She puts the movie on and sits down next to her.]

Dorky can be alright, I think. But I'll take not bad.

[robitussin]

As long as your heart isn't stolen by David Bowie's uncomfortably tight pants.

[aflatouttahell]

Even putting everything else aside, I think the chances of my heart getting stolen twice in one week are pretty small. But I'll make sure to distance myself from the pants.

[robitussin]

[Shoves at her shoulder?? Stop this.]

I'm holding you to that.

[aflatouttahell]

[Suffer tbh. You or Natalie? Yes.]

I swear to... um, I probably don't get to swear to God, but I promise. Cross my heart.

[robitussin]

Please. You can swear to whoever you want to.

[aflatouttahell]

Then I swear to God I will not even think about leaving you for David Bowie, no matter how tight his pants are.

[robitussin]

...Cool.

[Hey look Sarah is practicing Shakespeare in costume in the park like a nerd.]

[aflatouttahell]

Yeah.

[She sure is, wow.]

Is she in theater or something?

[robitussin]

I think she's just a loser?

[wow]