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

[sunshineprincess]

Yes! But from what I've been told, I'm from way in the past. It's.... kinda hard to think about. We don't have things like electricity or refrigerators.

[Despite her upbeat attitude, she's not taking the 'from the past' thing that well. She's very good at hiding it at this time since the situation is already stressful enough for everyone. How can she be here and be from the past? It's like something from a book.]

[solomonjihad]

Oh.

[Uh, oops?]

I'm from the year 2001. This is all normal, for me, but I...guess you probably guessed already.

[sunshineprincess]

2001?

[Okay. OKAY. THIS IS... She frowns deeply.] That's.... that's hundreds of years ahead of me... t-there's no way!

[solomonjihad]

...

[She shouldn't be surprised, but she does look surprised, for a moment. A few hundred years...?]

Actually, time travel is possible, through the power of the guardian who guards the door.

[If one had the right tool...

Still, she frowns, looking for her key. Just to make sure.]

...

A normal key, though...then...?

[sunshineprincess]

Time travel? Guardian? I don't... I don't understand...

[She has to sit down. No wonder everyone thought she was weird. She thought maybe it was ten, maybe twenty years? Not hundreds... Then how far was Raoul into her future?

She looks up.]

A key?

[solomonjihad]

...The guardian of time, Sailor Pluto. She guards the entrance to the streams of time. Its a doorway that can only be accessed with a special key.

[She goes to sit next to her, looking bummed.]

[sunshineprincess]

... So there really is no way out other than to kill someone... I hate thinking about that. I don't want anyone to die just for freedom.

[That would make them monsters.]

[solomonjihad]

[Freedom. What does this girl know about the desire for freedom? Of being trapped?

She almost says it out loud. She stops herself. Bracing on the chair until her knuckles are white, as her head goes down. At least she isn't going to tumble out and on the floor.]

...The Balladier said it won't be forever.

[sunshineprincess]

[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.

[solomonjihad]

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

[sunshineprincess]

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?

[solomonjihad]

[What if.

What if Sailor Moon had been the target. Astarte hadn't even met her properly yet, but something in her made her resent that she was taken, as she thought of it. Her destiny, taken from her.

When she speaks next, the low, ominous cadence of the voice seeps in.]

They will regret ever taking any of us.

[sunshineprincess]

[That tone sent a shiver up Anna's spine.]

... what would you do?

[solomonjihad]

Hm?

[There is a very strange gleam in Astarte's red eyes as she looks over at Anna, like a tiger at a mouse.]

I will do what befits a goddess of war to do to this wretched place.

[Its also nothing like the Astarte of two minutes ago.]

[sunshineprincess]

[She tries not to shy away. This... this doesn't seem right.]

Astarte? Are you okay?

[solomonjihad]

I--

[When her eyes fix on Anna, her expression turns into one of confusion. Oh. Oh, this isn't--?

Her eyes suddenly roll to the back of her head, as she fights the darkness. The voice had gotten close, very close, but she fights back. And nearly collapses right out of her chair as she regains control over herself.]

Mm...

[sunshineprincess]

[Anna gasps and tries to catch the other, at least managing to keep Astarte from hitting her head on the floor.]

A-Astarte! Hey! Come on, please open your eyes... [She gently pats her cheek.] Astarte...

[solomonjihad]

Mmm...

[Come on, Astarte. You can do this. She sounds dazed, as she finally responds after a minute.]

I'm...I'm all right...

[sunshineprincess]

[She lets out a sigh of relief.]

Good... you kind of freaked me out...

[solomonjihad]

I did......

[She trails off. Oh. Did the voice. again...]

...I'm sorry about that.

[Not...going to explain why or anything...]

[sunshineprincess]

[She shakes her head as she helps Astarte sit up.]

It's okay! I'm just glad you're not hurt or anything.

[solomonjihad]

...And I, you.

[She gives Anna a grateful smile as she sits back up in the chair.]

[sunshineprincess]

[She hesitates before sitting in her own chair.]

Do you need tea or anything?

[solomonjihad]

Tea...I wouldn't mind it.

[She'll be ok. Really.]

[sunshineprincess]

[She nods and gets up, looking for what she hopes is a kettle. It's a different material than what she's used to. She knows the sink has water and figures out which one is cold just by the colors on the knob.]

G-Gimme a moment, okay?

[Now comes the fun part. Turning the thing that burnt her fingers on again... Good. Now to put the kettle on.] I hope this is how it works...