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]

[And then Billy takes his hand back and fills his glass up again - with just cola, this time.]

[trettende]

[ Hans will go ahead and offer his glass again, though he's already grabbing the rum to add to his drink. ]

I guess you're not so bad.

[inforapenny]

[He does fill up his glass, leaving room for Hans to add as much rum as he likes.]

A glowing recommendation.

[A little bit of sarcasm.]

[trettende]

[ Hans snorts, adding a layer of rum to his glass, thanks. ]

Don't ruin it. I've been up for way too long to start arguing with you right now.

[inforapenny]

Same, honestly. I mean, I do this all the time back- back where I come from, but that's... the thrill of discovery and the wonder of invention. Not, uh. Not the unbearable frustration of not being able to find a solution.

[trettende]

Do what? Banter with men you hate? Invent blow torches from things you found laying around?

[inforapenny]

Stay up for three days straight without being able to really eat?

...I mean I did the banter thing, too, obviously, and I had my own blow torch back in my lab so I didn't have to build one.

[trettende]

Oh, that too.

[ Hans takes a sip of his drink. ]

Admittedly, I'm not nearly as used to staying up this long.