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

[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!

[inforapenny]

We're from our presents. From my perspective, you were born - what are you, like uh. 30?

[You're his age, right.

...Okay he's kind of a lightweight and he might not have just been drinking cola before this.]

[trettende]

I'm twenty-three.

[ Which is considerably old for the time, never mind that. Hans takes a long sip of his rum and coke and wow Billy you're a lightweight, maybe Hans will just out-drink you in revenge. ]

Are you thirty?

[ Hans gives him a look. ]

You do know Anna's eighteen, right?

[ Not that that's weird in Hans' time either, he's just sayin ]

[inforapenny]

[I mean he's not drunk he's just. Finding this funnier than he would if he was totally sober.

...But he's also going to turn a little red and stare into his glass]

She's... I-I mean, eighteen is a legal adult, she can make her own decisions.

[Bro have you seen how whipped he is with Anna she definitely wears the pants here]

[trettende]

[ You deserve that buddy, have another drink and stop stressing so much, gosh. ]

Of course, of course.

[ Hans snorts. He don't buy that, buddy. ]

But then, if you're speaking chronologically, she's 200 years older than you, isn't she?

[inforapenny]

[The blush creeps down his neck.

But then he comes up with a comeback.]

But she's not afraid to learn, like some.

[trettende]

Oh, I can learn, trust me.

[ Hans takes a long drink, but guess what? He's leering at Billy now. You really don't realize how suggestive that sounded, do you, Billy? Do you wanna go down this road, buddy? ]

Are you sure you're going to be the one teaching her?

[ Cause yeah, she's got the pants in this relationship, that much is clear. ]

[inforapenny]

[He's looking away and doesn't notice the leering, luckily.]

We-well, if there's anything like, uh. Sciencey from the future that she wants to learn, then y-yeah, I can teach her that.

[Ya nasty, Hans.]

She- she said when we get back to Arendelle, uh, I'll probably... probably be the royal engineer, so. I guess that'll be part of my job?

[trettende]

Right, science. That's your thing.

[ Dammit, he was trying to make you blush more, ya jerk. ]

And you don't have any problem with the prospect of going back in time? You'd miss out on your Wikipedia.

[inforapenny]

Yeah, but I'd- I'll be with Anna. That's more important to me than some website.

[trettende]

[ Gag him. Hans takes another long drink, rolling his eyes. ]

That's so sweet of you.

[inforapenny]

No, it's- it's sweet of her to want to be with... with a guy like me.

[trettende]

[ Hans groans. Ugh, true love. Gross. ]

I'm sure you're both going to be very happy together.

[inforapenny]

An-anyway.

[He drains the rest of his drink and then gets up to get some plain ice.]

You know, you could probably go to the future if you want. After- after this.

[trettende]

[ Hans takes a sip again, finishing off his drink to prove he ain't gonna lose to Billy. ]

Me? Where would I go?

[inforapenny]

[Hans you weirdo this isn't a drinking contest]

Uh. Anywhere? In fact, you have my full permission to go back to 2008 for me. You'd fit right in.

[trettende]

[ Everything is a contest when you're Hans. ]

I guess it's possible. I could get used to the technology eventually.

[ He pauses, thinking about who he could go with. Er, and where, of course. ]

Billy Flynn's world would probably be good, too. He seems to be doing well for himself.

[inforapenny]

Yeah, if you want to owe him for bringing you back with him.

[Sure, go get you a sugar daddy.]

I guess if you want to pull your usual MO your best target probably would be a rich older white guy.

[trettende]

Ugh, no thanks.

[ Hans grimaces. He's not interested in a dude that's literally just like looking in the mirror, yikes. ]

Wow, that's rude. You don't think I could have learned something, being trapped here this long?

[inforapenny]

Maybe learned how to hide it better.

[He rolls an ice cube around in his mouth and lets it melt.]

I think you're not a threat to any of us in here.

[trettende]

Maybe.

[ Hans shrugs. Maybe he learned how to have two whole friends, he sure wouldn't tell you, Billy. ]

I don't want to be a threat. I'd like to live through this.

[inforapenny]

Believe it or not, I believe that.

We need to work together to get out of here. Not- not just you and me, but all of us. There's no room for fighting anymore, and I think that the showrunners know that. That's why they split us up like this.