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

[pennyless]

Stephane Breitweiser. He- he stole 239 pieces of art from 172 different museums across Europe over the course of six years.

[sunshineprincess]

[Uhm...

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]

[stagemanagers]

[The stagehand snorts.] Ghosts. It's cluttering the lobby, that's what it is! You can't have some sort of hodge-podge like that up during the grand finale!

...tell you what, just put it in the kitchen. No one cares what that looks like.

[pennyless]

Wait. So you're going to just let us keep it? Just like that?

[Not that he's complaining but]

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna looks left and right before stashing her weapons.]

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.]

[stagemanagers]

Days before the finale? Killing you wouldn't be worth the headache. I'll just burn it when the show's over.