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

[onthebusagain]

For serious? You expect me to just believe that?

[The worst part is that she almost can, thinking about some of the people around her.]

[solomonjihad]

...

Do you use the Internet?

[...She is going somewhere with this, honest]

[onthebusagain]

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

[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.

[onthebusagain]

[Was that a jab? Heather's too scattered to know.]

So the girl from the past wasn't lying. [She almost feels bad. Almost. ]

[solomonjihad]

["Smart people" means "not Ami Mizuno" for her. In any case, Astarte's not one to intentionally insult, outside of defending Undead.

She nods. Anna, perhaps? Or...?]

She wasn't. We're all from different times. I'm trying to see which ones. Maybe there's a pattern.

[onthebusagain]

[This can't be happening.

All of it weighs heavy on Heather, now, the truth a heavy burden. This is no longer a vacation. She ends up against the wall, hand to her forehead.]

Jesus.

[solomonjihad]

...Are you all right?

[Human in distress, what do]

[onthebusagain]

All of this... it's for real, isn't it?

[solomonjihad]

...

[A quiet nod. Silence save for the breathy chuckle of the voice in her head.]

[onthebusagain]

I feel like I'm going to be sick. [She kind of looks like it, too.]

[solomonjihad]

...

[And she abruptly leaves. Ru--oh wait, storage closet. Bucket! Here we go, she's coming back.

...

And she...holds it out for Heather.]

[onthebusagain]

[She takes the bucket gratefully, and gags a couple of times, but it's all dramatics.]

...Thanks.

[solomonjihad]

You're welcome.

[Uh, what else do you do when someone is...??]

Maybe...something to drink to settle yourself?

[onthebusagain]

Maybe some crackers. [Food cheers her up, at least.]

... Did you want to come, too? [She doesn't really want to be alone, not after her realization.]

[solomonjihad]

I can come.

[This person does...look like being alone is a bad idea.]

We can look for crackers together.

[onthebusagain]

Oh! Thank you, that's so nice of you.

I'm Heather, by the way.

[solomonjihad]

...Shiva Shingetsu Astarte. Or...just Astarte.

[In the kitchen, let's investigate the cabine--wait.]