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.]

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[breakingbread]

[He hums thoughtfully.]

No, I understand. Breaking bread together is important, isn't it? It's a way of providing for someone.

[rockthistown]

I mean, I hope nobody dies first! But still...

[dontfeedplants]

They're probably for burns.

[Great observation there.

He gets up and looks at the first aid kit too.]

I'm sure there in here somewhere - oh there they are.

[He grabs at the thin pieces of paper in the kit. Well, he definitely hasn't been lying about the cuts, but they don't seem like bad cuts.]

[dieformymusic]

["Ridiculous. No one could murder that many people held against their will."

After all, who ever heard of someone holding hostages for long?]

[rockthistown]

I know someone back home who really loves food, because she sees it as a way to make people happy and share your feelings. What do you think?

[rockthistown]

Are you sure that no one's going to give in?

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour sighs.]

It's not so great. I mean, I know there are some great parts of New York, but I've never been to them.

[dontfeedplants]

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Even if they don't let us out, I'm sure someone here will find out how to escape.

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Hmmm... Observe.

[She gestures for Hime to follow her to the piano where she plays a bit of a melody, only up to the end of the chorus. Strangely, she doesn't sing any words along, just plays, focused solely on the keys.]

[rockthistown]

It's been days, though... But maybe you're right. We have to find something, we just haven't yet.

[rockthistown]

[Hime watches, trying to notice anything that might make it look special. D-ne is good, but...]

I don't get it. You just feel some kind of connection with whatever instrument you end up wanting?

[sunshineprincess]

How about... [She pulls the box of blue ribbons over.] You find a ribbon for yourself for now?

[sunshineprincess]

I bet. Being away from your parents.... it's really hard.

[solomonjihad]

Dee-neh... I see.

[Not really.]

[sunshineprincess]

[......... she figures it's for burns. Thanks for the input.

She looks at the strips curiously.]

That's so tiny! You sure that can cover the cuts on your fingers?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

[Her smile this time is more openly a smirk.]

I don't play, I cultivate. I carefully craft. I put all my thought into the moment...and I want it hard enough. This is important, Hime-san, you have to want more than anything. The more you do, the more determination you'll have to accomplish your goal.

[rockthistown]

When the Phantom Empire attacked the Blue Sky Kingdom, I got out, but they were trapped inside mirrors. For almost a year.

[She looks over at Anna and fidgets.]

Is it like that for you?

[dontfeedplants]

[Seymour is a valuable edition to this team.

He starts unwrapping the bandages and putting them on his cuts.]

Yeah, I'll probably need a few of them, but I'm not going to die.

[rockthistown]

So... sort of like Seymour-san and the avocados?

[solomonjihad]

A little...mostly for the inspector, though.

[She should probably read it agai--

Oh.

Oh.

She looks back up at him, a new light of understanding in her eyes.]

Then...you're a recidivist?

[dieformymusic]

["Who here is crazy enough to kill people?"

Ha...ha...]

[dontfeedplants]

Maybe there's something that we're missing... you think the Merchandise Booth could give us something to escape with?

[lifegoalsorwifegoals]

Ahm... My own? [She hesitates but not for long and begins to dig through the ribbons.] I had one this color once... Yes, I think it'll do nicely.

[rockthistown]

I hope nobody! But they kidnapped us for that and they sure haven't let us go yet.

[rockthistown]

Have you found any money for it?