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

[dechagny]

[Oopsie daisy]

Very true - predictability is quite the detriment to improvement. I am quite glad to have given you a challenge in turn.

[robitussin]

[It's that last part that catches her attention.]

What do you mean?

[dechagny]

Really? I must confess, I do not have experience with foods coming from boxes, so I would not know.

[Again, at least there are instructions. Pot, water, turn the stovetop on for heat...yeah let's get started.]

[robitussin]

But you had it when you first came here, right? So it must have gone somewhere. Either you lost it or someone took it.

[dechagny]

[Oh, hello Valjean, fancy meeting you here.]

Ah - no, regrettably. I am merely inspecting the piece for an idea that might be a bit reckless.

[robitussin]

I'm pretty sure it's dreadful either way, but at least you aren't a bully and a pirate, I guess.

[robitussin]

I'm real happy for you and your candies, but I think I'm good.

[dechagny]

[Oh gosh. This girl is just...going to earn a soft spot in Raoul's heart. She's like someone's sweet younger sister.]

It is very good - and perhaps as you encourage it, that will encourage you, too.

[dechagny]

...Is that even possible?

[HELP HOW DOES ONE CAMERA]

[dechagny]

I...could not say. WD-40 is some sort of oil, I assume?

[robitussin]

Depends what part's confusing you, honestly. What kind of clothes are you trying to wash?

[dechagny]

It certainly would not stop the desperate from trying-

[Ah, what now? Raoul reads, nodding every couple of lines, and then holds a hand out.] Might I...?

[dechagny]

It would have - but such is apparently not good enough for this "management".

[dechagny]

[A bit of a pout. What do you expect, he has so few options!]

Well, point me in the direction of actual rapiers and I shall make the switch post-haste!

[dechagny]

[Beaming all around! Good job for your first lesson. Raoul steps back into normal, dropping stance - he's done his good deed for the day.]

Indeed - fencing is about focus and keeping your end goals in mind - whoever "her" might mean to you, for example. I...don't know what came over me to add that part.

[Christine came over him, the fool.]

[dontfeedplants]

Maybe that's why I was doing so well. I think I was thinking of Audrey, actually. She's a friend of mine from back home.

[He is now blushing and has a dorky smile on his face. This is totally just a friendship thing.]

[breakingbread]

[wow, rude. RUDE]

If continuing to break parole counts, I suppose.

[breakingbread]

And what is that?

[trettende]

[ Hans will very carefully dodge things if he has to. At least he's got the strength to actually stir this stuff. ]

Chocolate ones especially.

[ Chocolate is like. All the rage in his time. ]

What are these chips supposed to look like? Maybe I can have a look?

[dieformymusic]

[Solemn bob of the head.

"Prefer it be a celebration than to mark time."]

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna listens and watches this display of future cooking be performed. This is even better than the stove!]

It's spinning! [She touches the outside of the microwave, expecting it to be hot.] It's cold. Is it only hot on the inside?

[sunshineprincess]

[All of those sound lovely! Except...]

Alien armpit?

[sunshineprincess]

Sticky?

[She takes it and does what he did. Then she gasps as the band aid sticks to her fingers.]

It's sticking!

dining hall

[aflatouttahell]

[I mean she needs to meet French Jesus eventually, right? AND WHAT BETTER TIME THAN WHEN HE IS BEING A CHRISTIAN IN PUBLIC...]

Now that's something I didn't think I'd see here.

[Her tone isn't disapproving at all, just a "huh" sort of statement. Maybe a little positive, if anything?]

[aflatouttahell]

[THERE ARE NO LAUNDRY IMPS HERE OKAY???]

A-Am I? How so?