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

[solomonjihad]

...

I've never played this before.

[IT SHOWS.]

[solomonjihad]

...No.

[How can you tell]

[dechagny]

[...........Okay he is backing the fuck away from THAT thing of horror]

Can we dispose of it? Please, tell me we can dispose of it.

[dechagny]

I believe I will inquire, yes.

[But it's not going to be "hey do you have something for these bruises", let's just say that.]

Ah...it seemed that Miss Astarte had...some of her belongings stolen. And then, Mister Winslow...he cannot speak, and he does not seem like he understands why he is dressed in such an unusual costume, though I am not sure how one could forget donning such an outfit...

[Winslow is a bro though okay, Raoul believes him when he conveys that there's a problem. He went and attacked the goshdarned box office over it, after all.]

[solomonjihad]

Tea...I wouldn't mind it.

[She'll be ok. Really.]

Ballroom, OTA

[dechagny]

[Today, Raoul finds himself in the one place large enough to be relatively active - the ballroom. Why? Because damn it, he's bored and needs some sort of physical activity. He's knicked a few things from the storage closet that are generally a close enough length to serves as impromptu rapiers - toilet brushes, the poles of small brooms, long feather dusters, basically anything, and is...shadow fencing.

Hey, a Viscount partakes in several hobbies, and if he can't do a little pretend fencing while he's stuck here, he's going to get slow and tired far too quickly in the future. That just will not do!

If you fence, he would welcome a sparring partner - and if you don't, he'd be happy to teach you! Possibly through song, at that.]

[rockthistown]

[sigh] I guess you wouldn't be instantly good at it... Are there any books around here to learn it? They should at least have instructions.

[rockthistown]

We need to for the good of the world! If nothing else, this is going to inspire somebody to die! Where's the garbage?

[rockthistown]

[Hime hesitates at the door.] Are you fighting with a plunger?

[dechagny]

[...He is indeed fighting with a plunger. Raoul pauses, looking at it, then at Hime.]

For lack of more appropriate things? Yes.

[He should get some gloves and pop the rubber part off, it's throwing his balance for a loop.]

[dechagny]

I don't know!

[But he'd be happy to find it PLEASE CAN WE THROW THAT OUT]

Is there one in the kitchen?

[onthebusagain]

Do I look like I'm into that nerd stuff?

[onthebusagain]

Oh, no! You poor thing! What do you do if you get a pimple?

[solomonjihad]

I haven't found a book yet. Just instruments.

[:|]

[solomonjihad]

Its actually very commonplace to use it, in 2001. Not just for smart people.

[Astarte probably is a nerd anyway but whatever.]

But you're at least aware of it...there are people here who don't know about it, or airplanes.

[allicareabout]

[Oh, that's...well. It's something.]

1924, kid, and it's going to be that way for the better part of the year.

[He'll glance over to the clipboard while he answers, though he isn't going to make a thing out of it and he isn't going to get in her face about it, either. Just from a distance, you know?]

You getting any interesting answers so far?

[dontfeedplants]

[Well this was certainly... strange. But hey, Seymour is curious enough to step into the ballroom to check on Raoul.]

Swordfighting?

[solomonjihad]

1924...

[Scribble]

I have. A lot of interesting answers. Including you, Mr....

[...

Pamphlet out]

...Flynn.

[allicareabout]

[...Huh.]

I don't suppose you'd be willing to share your own answer to that question...?

[solomonjihad]

...2001. That's my answer.

[There's no reason to hide it, considering.]

And there's someone else who's from the future, even compared to me, so far.

[dechagny]

[Well look who it is! It's Seymour! Raoul pauses mid-step, handling the now rubber-free plunger stick with ease so it goes to rest under his arm. You are not supposed to do that with a real rapier, kids, remember that!]

Of a sort, yes! Given our circumstances, I prefer that I must make due. Would you like to join me?

[allicareabout]

How far into the future are we talking?

[Because that's slightly unexpected, but not...altogether surprising when he thinks about it, given the appliances and how some of these people have seemed to be so far.

Okay. Future people. Sure. Why not.]

[allicareabout]

[Okay. So.

This entire place is a mess but you know what, since apparently that guy with the other Billy's face isn't screwing around, there's not too much point in balking about it and entirely too much point in figuring out what's going to be useful around here and what is not.

The storage cabinet seems like as good a place as any to start, if for no better reason than somebody should probably figure out exactly how long this stuff is going to last in an emergency and while he'd prefer to leave that to somebody else, he'd also prefer to not die due to something idiotic. So, inventory it is, albeit an informal one that's mostly a mental tally of what's most likely to be messed with in some sort of heroically stupid way or another.

...Yeah, this goes about as well as one would expect given that he's from 1924. Duct tape is...new but more or less self-explanatory upon closer inspection, in the form of ripping off a length of it just to see how good it is at its job (very good, actually); the batteries aren't exactly foreign but they're decidedly smaller and don't appear to be zinc-carbon, so that's a thing that's happening and he'll kind of turn over a packet of the little ones before setting them aside to take with and figure out where exactly they're supposed to go; the WD-40 is...]

And what are you supposed to be.

[That is the flattest thing in the world, uttered while he's turning a can of it over in his hands to try to find some sort of instructions because he's not a damn idiot but what the hell are these and why are they here.

...It's going to be a long stay.

Otherwise, he can be found in the kitchen, trying to find something that he trusts to not kill him (something easy and nonperishable, really, those are probably least likely to be tampered with? who the hell knows, though, with a lot of the things in here) and otherwise sifting through the clothes in the costume room - thankfully the things in here aren't all gaudy messes; a lot of it actually looks weirdly presentable, as far as he's concerned, though that's likely a product of the times than anything. Sizing is an adventure but self-explanatory enough; none of this is going to be properly tailored and that's going to be annoying – and, indeed, he is at least slightly irritated before he glances over to the sewing machines, at which point something seems to click.]

Well, here's hoping somebody's acceptable with those.

[solomonjihad]

Not too far, only a couple of years. Less than a decade.

[Yup. Future people. You haven't been confused until you have Astarte try to explain the internet to you.]

[allicareabout]

Good to know, good to know.

[And that's either a good sign or not at all, kind of like everything else in this place.]

So how's the new millennium treating everyone? Since it looks like the world's still standing by then.