itscurtains | week 1

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WEEK 1

[With the introduction of their showrunner and a brief run through of what they're in for in their time in the Opera House out of the way, the performers are free to explore the first floor of the opera house at their leisure then and for the rest of the week that lies ahead. The double doors leading to the kitchen will be unlocked at 7 am and locked at 10 pm for intermission. Performers are free to prepare meals for themselves and others at any time outside of intermission.

The Merchandise Booth will also be open for business after the first day as some of the performers may find envelopes with their names on it taped to their doors in the morning.

If performers wish to have private conversations with their showrunner, The Balladeer, just step up to the box office and see if he's in.

Enjoy your week, everyone.]

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[ooc: This is the last mod post for the week for us! Feel free to start depositing coins in the merch booth if any of your threads have reached that length, so long as they're not with the Balladeer. Remember, song threads mean double coins! There will be no murder this first week so gain all the CR you can while it lasts, darlings.]

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I'm sure he's really busy. Besides, I don't mind growing plants myself.

[He so rarely does it since most of the plants they get are already at least sprouted, but hey it's something for him to do.]

If I'm doing this right, they should grow into avocado trees... Hopefully we'll leave before that happens, but I thought it would be fun to try out.

[Alright, so. There's no official way out of here, save for murder, which Raoul sees no reason to stoop to. An "unofficial" way out would require more force and technique than he could figure out alone. Clearly he must think of a way for he and his fellow captives to escape!

...Well, he would be, but it just so happens that, after a distressing day of revelations, the Viscount would very much like a meal. An army marches on its stomach, and all that. So he's in the kitchen, a bit confused by the very miraculous-looking devices and a bit wary of the fresh food in the (admittedly cool) electric ice box. After all, who knows what the Balladeer's mysterious manager has had put in this stuff?

He's currently rummaging around the cabinets looking for something he doesn't have to cook, but so far he's found boxed macaroni and cheese, cans of soup, and other things that require the use of the foreign stovetop.

Someone help him. Raoul has never cooked a day in his life.]

All right...

[How about this turtleneck? Brown and thick. It looks nice. And it doesn't smell crazy, at least.

...

Actually, if Anna doesn't take it, she might...]

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Isn't it 1960?

[Seymour seems to have forgotten his own conversation with Anna. (Or, more accurately, is still not entirely sure whether Anna is telling the truth or not.) So he seems really confused by this question.]

1960...

[She takes the clipboard and writes it down.]

What's your name...?

[Thirteen years of being trapped in a castle with no way of seeing the world past climbing onto the roof of the castle would make anyone know a desire for freedom.]

I know... but we don't know how long he thinks is long enough.

[Uh...thanks for the makeup? Raoul has no need of this, of course, so when he finds it in front of his door, he decides to drop it off in the Costume Shop in case anyone else might like it - and then, decides to stick around for a bit. He really does need a new outfit to wear. Hell, he might as well stock up on a small wardrobe. Why not? Let their oh-so-magnanimous captors pick up his laundry tab.

(No one has, in fact, informed Raoul that he will have to clean his own clothes. You uh. Might want to.)

For a bit, you'll find him going through the men's clothes options, making very thoughtful choices for what he decides to pull out for his own use. Most of the clothes, however, get a sneer.] Eugh. I know it is a costume shop, but these are particularly unsightly. Who would choose to wear this?!

[However, for one person, you'll find Raoul somewhat different. He's taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt to try something that might not be too bad, but he's stopped, and is carefully probing his throat whilst looking in a mirror. Though a couple of days old, there are clearly bruises from something that had been around his neck - and he does not look pleased at all. In fact, it seems to be more of a restrained distress.]

[She's never had the opportunity to grow anything. The staff did that.]

... what's an avocado?

[She checks it over and checks her head.]

I don't think I want something that tight around my neck...

[Raoul decides to head to the Music Room today, but not to play an instrument - oh no, he is literally checking out the piano to get an idea of its sturdiness, its dimensions - basically, will it make a good battering ram? I mean, it's a shame to use such a beautiful thing for that purpose, but after finding the bruises on his neck yesterday? He is quite willing to bust down some doors to get out of here.

First Astarte's stolen clothes and items, then Winslow's...everything...and now him, too? What horrors have these captives done to them unawares?

You're free to come in and hog the piano by playing it, or ask what he's doing - he's got nothing to hide.]

Ok.

[Aw yeah, +1 turtleneck!]

What about...?

[A white and yellow button up blouse, with petal-shaped sleeves and collar? It looks like something a 50s housewife might wear.]

[More clothes... Looks like Raoul's not the only one thinking that. D-ne enters the room and upon seeing someone else is there instinctively bows her head and annnounces her presence.]

Excuse me, I'll only be...o-oh my... [Yeah she catches sight of those bruises.] Already, someone is...?

I guess that's true. But he seemed to think we'd be taken home eventually...

[With the clipboard thanks to the Balladeer communication is much easier now, yet nonetheless he feels a loss for his voice and face. He wasn't sure if anyone could truly fix his situation unless he escaped or faced the showrunner personally. And it looked like the showrunner wasn't going to appear any time soon. Not if anyone was planning to kill anyone. He wasn't making any plans for murder. He may be an edgy, occasionally rage-filled person, but Winslow didn't feel himself a murderer.

He spent the first day keeping to himself. It's only when he spied the makeup box outside his door he dared to pick it up. What in the world...it was an enigmatic gesture on part of the showrunner. But nonetheless, perhaps Winslow can liven up his only visible eye with a dab of eyeliner. Make his face look somewhat more presentable as he ventures outside like a silent bird of prey once more.

Later in the day, he's over in the storage closet. Winslow is keeping inventory, looking over each item to see if they have an possible use in escape. There's matches, but no gasoline or anything to start a big enough fire like he discussed with Raoul. He would have to keep going over these items, formulating ideas. Care to be the one to sneak up on him for once?]

[Today was about flexing the creative muscles. Winslow didn't care much for going long without playing some piano. If he couldn't find a way out just yet, he may as well play, perhaps get ideas for his modern cantata of Faust.

He's over in the ballroom, putting on a concert for a missing audience. His music doesn't quite have words yet, it's merely a solemn piece for times like these. Yes, he could work this into his Faust...]

[Oh! That is rather lovely! She gently takes the shirt, running her hand over the fabric.]

This doesn't feel like wool or cotton. It's so pretty!

Maybe it's silk?

[A better question: are there others like it???]

[The echos of music drew Anna to the ballroom. It was a beautiful song, even if it did make her feel sad, and she wants to know the source of it. She didn't expect to see the man she had spied at the introduction of the Balladeer to be the one to be playing it. She waits until it's over before she says anything.]

.... That was beautiful.

[Winslow decided to make a job of looking around again as well when he sees...that happening.

She's not so outlandish, honestly. Compared to acts like Beef and the Juicy Fruits she's almost downright normal. It's just what she's doing is so strange.

Winslow scrawls out 'You'll hurt yourself doing that' before letting it clatter to the floor.]

I hope so... I don't want to imagine how worried Elsa is... or if she got hurt while I was taken. What if she was the one they intended to take but they grabbed me instead?

[There is the strange boy, doing strange things again. Winslow should question why Seymour does these things, but after being around him for more than a couple minutes, he doesn't think he should.

Rather he peers into one of the glasses, getting an eyeful of whatever is in there.

Also hi, Seymour.]

[Raoul flinches when he hears the voice - not out of fear of whoever is speaking, but just...out of being self-conscious. This bruising is new to him (though faintly, he realizes, he's been feeling its pain for a while now, why did he not look before?) and thus unsightly, and no one should have to see it. He's pulling the collar of his shirt closed as he turns, noticing D-ne.]

Miss D-ne - oh, no, no, I am not - no one has harmed me, I swear it! I don't know where these...

[Winslow felt himself so absorbed into his work, like he always does. It's only when he hears a voice he jolts, seeing another human being behind him.

Winslow gives a bit of a nervous smile. It was a surprise that anyone had the time to listen to music. He reaches for his clipboard, writing a message.

"Thank you."]

Silk? It does feel similar, but I've never come across silk so soft and fine before... I'll go try it on!

[She moves behind a privacy screen. A few moments later she comes out and is fiddling with the buttons.] H-How?

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Kitchen, OTA

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Costume Shop, OTA + 1 private prompt (cw: strangulation), first come first serve

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Music Room, OTA

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Strangulation fun!

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Ballroom

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OH BOY STRAP IN D-NE

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