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

[dechagny]

...I don't know.

[He really does look confused, Seymour. Notice how carefully he looks over each piece, taking a moment to think of who might have added it to the whole picture.]

I've never been one to put my faith in things I cannot see, but...I have seen some unusual things in this place. Of the...mysterious, spirit variety.

[dontfeedplants]

... Strange things have been happening here lately, haven't they?

[The movies, the flower, and now this. If it wasn't ghosts, it sure is really weird.

He notices Raoul examining the mural and starts to look over it himself.]

If... if it is them, I wish there was some way to thank them for this.

[Except for that jerk who threw DVDs at him.]

[dechagny]

Well, if they know enough to change things around us, perhaps...they stand among us yet, and can see and hear our thanks. That is how spirits are supposed to work, yes?