week 1

[stagemanagers]

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.]

Comments

[irreprochable]

[he's not startled, per se, to hear her. but he stops playing and singing and turns to look at her, meeting her gaze and then looking away.]

Yes, Madame? How can Javert be of assistance?

[onthebusagain]

[Better put some elbow grease into it.]

Thanks. It's like, so nice of you to help like that. [Now to tear through the cabinets to try and find some chocolate chips!]

[irreprochable]

[Theft AGAIN, Valjean? Nah, jk, Javert has already taken plenty from the closet. He even figured out how to work a flashlight. incredible, isn't it?]

24601.

[he nods slightly. it's still disconcerting to see valjean, no matter how many different disguises he's seen the man take. this is different. his facial structure is literally different.]

The kitchen is locked.

[thank you, inspector obvious.]

[onthebusagain]

Isn't it good? [It has to be good!]

[onthebusagain]

Exactly! And that's where I come in- to show them they can.

[irreprochable]

Ah.

[there is so much royalty here, although he's not sure how he's supposed to act in front of a princess of hell

"if you fall as lucifer fell" blah blah blah]

I could assist, if you want.

[irreprochable]

How has this place been treating you?

[i mean its treating them all poorly but you gotta start conversation somewhere right]

[onthebusagain]

Cut the vintage part. Just glam. [She hasn't clued in on future fashion, yet.]

[irreprochable]

I suppose.

[how blankets make it more livable he doesnt know. his own room is sparse. he doesn't care.]

[irreprochable]

[he shares a similar opinion of the balladeer, and of this whole place. but it seems as logical as telling people to kill each other.]

Young love. [he muses. anna and hans will figure this shit out somehow.] You have my sympathy that she does not remember.

[irreprochable]

That is very far in the future.

[this place is the worst.]

[solomonjihad]

...it's a little hard. Like it was overcooked...

[Oops.]

[onthebusagain]

Oh. [That's disappointing.]

I tried really hard.

[solomonjihad]

........It's all right. All you have to do, is not cook it for as long.

I bet your next batch will be perfect.

[solomonjihad]

...these people...they make no sense. You have musical talent, and they...took us for a show...

[And she sure is no singer. What is the logic here...]

[trettende]

Oh, you needn't trouble yourself, I'm... sure if it was meant to be, things will work out.

[ He sighs. He's not so sure anymore, Anna keeps looking at everyone but him... ]

Though I appreciate the sentiment. If I knew of some way to fix it, I would.

[solomonjihad]

..................

[Why would.....unless.........O h.]

Do...you know each other?

[trettende]

[ Gonna keep schmoozing, schoozers never insult your loved ones (unless they're Elsa) ]

I'm very sorry this place has forced you to be apart.

[ Truly, just look at that sympathy. ]

We will find a way out of here so that you may be reunited. You have my word.

[trettende]

[ If he can swordfight, he can beat a bowl into submission! ]

Oh, it's no problem. You're very welcome.

[ It's a prince thing, obvs. ]

Are you making chocolate cookies?

[ surely the chips will be melted into the batter, right? ]

[trettende]

[ Bullet dodged, ah yes, Hans wins again. ]

Thank you, sir. I hope we can figure this out... [ He sighs, still forlorn about it, but with some conviction in his gaze. ] Anna is a free spirit. I intend to win her back as best as I can.

[ Javert prolly does not care but this is Hans goal #1 right now, ok. ]

[irreprochable]

[when he finds out the truth he's gonna murder hans

also yeah no he doesnt care at all about their romance]

Perhaps it will all right itself once we get out of this place.

[dontfeedplants]

I hope not. They can't expect to keep us here forever, can they?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[D-ne watches her leave for a moment and then shakes her head and sighs.]

Poor girl.

[breakingbread]

[This is the man who has harried him his entire life. The man who will not call him by name has locked himself out of the kitchen.]

Yes, I suppose that "intermission" is taken seriously. Did the Balladeer come and lock it himself?

[breakingbread]

Somewhat. Although we each remember the other looking different, on our previous meetings - it's strange.