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itscurtains2016-11-20 01:45 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2016-11-20 01:45 pm
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.]
[ooc: don't forget to submit your memories and check into the roll call!]
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Why would you want to keep it?
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Look at it. "VJ?" "SSA?" I don't- I think that picture is a dead cat? Maybe?
I thought you guys made it to taunt us about our friends.
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...well, they are also dead.
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And what's more dramatic for the grand finale of a show than a real live haunted opera house?
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[He smiles.] But never mind that! You want to keep this thing that bad, boy?
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But it's important to the others. And he's done being selfish. He cocks his chin up and takes a stand.]
Yeah. I do.
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Go sit down and let me handle this. Okay?
[THIS IS GOING TO LOOK INSANE but Anna has spent her life watching people from where she could not to pick things up. Including watching the guards practice. She's going to wield the knife in one hand and the pan in the other.]
Let's dance, gramps.
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...this doesn't seem like a fair fight. I wasn't sent down here to kill you, you know.
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He is, at least, gripping his left shoulder now.]
...What were you sent down here to do?
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[Overhead, the intercom buzzes. It's a familiar voice that comes out - the same stagehand who addressed everyone at the last trial.]
Wooooah, hey, man! Don't tar us ALL with the Max brush!
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...a what, now?
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OH WAIT BOYFRIEND/SORT OF FIANCE IS A SUPER VILLAIN]
I don't think that's the case here, Billy. I think they're upset with the ghosts trying to boost our morale.
[AND HER WEAPONS ARE FINE]
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...tell you what, just put it in the kitchen. No one cares what that looks like.
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[Not that he's complaining but]
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We'll take it!
[Before Billy can complain, she walks over, grabs the painting, and heads to the kitchen. At least it'll be safe.]
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