WEEK 7

[stagemanagers]

WEEK 7

[Seven weeks later. Half of your number remains.

Nothing in the opera house seems all that different. The Box Office door has been locked after the death of its occupant, and there's a new copy of the house rules nailed to the front, with the last one circled heavily in black ink. The point has been made; the rest of you had better play your parts.

The crew members still aren't visibly walking the halls, but every so often there's movement in your peripheral vision, or vague half-heard whispers from the shadows. Every so often there's a thud or a snicker from inside the Merchandise Booth, though the stagehand inside will continue handing out prizes to those who earn them.

This may be your last week here. Make the most of it.]

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[ooc: don't forget to submit your memories and check into the roll call!]

Comments

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour sees this end responds by grabbing the green paint.]

NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY TO TURN US AGAINST EACH OTHER, YOU WILL NEVER MAKE IS BETRAY OUR FRIENDS

[allicareabout]

[...You know, he really shouldn't get involved in this, but- ]

FIAT IUSTITIA RUAT CAELUM - LET JUSTICE BE DONE, THOUGH THE HEAVENS FALL.

[onthebusagain]

[Heather doesn't have anything really smart or rebellious to write but like hell she's missing out on this]

>:(

[aflatouttahell]

[AND IN HER FAVORITE COLOR, OH BOY]

AND WE'RE GOING TO GIVE YOU HELL!!