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

[trettende]

He would've been breaking the rules.

[ The Balladeer may not have divulged what would happen if he kept breaking them, but he was obviously on thinner and thinner ice as time went by... ]

The price for breaking the rules as a member of the crew, for stepping outside his role... we saw it that day. It wouldn't have... it wouldn't have helped.

[ Hans hates to be a downer, but he didn't tell the Management about their first switcheroo for a reason. That shit had to be against the rules. ]

[pennyless]

[Billy says nothing for a long moment, gathering his coat back into a neat bundle and reaching to take the next item from the merch booth (it's a scarf, hooray, that goes on the clothes pile in a disorderly heap).]

...It's hard to accept that there's nothing we could have done. I keep thinking about if I'd done this, instead of that, if I hadn't done X or if I'd done Y instead.

But all we can do is avenge him. And- and work together. Like he wanted us to.

[trettende]

We'll have to figure something out.

[ Hans nods. If the two of them can work together, then surely everyone else can...? ]

We'll get it right this time.