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

[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?

[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?

[rockthistown]

[She's already trying and failing to fold the thing, hands popping out everywhere.]

I don't think it's going to fit...

[dechagny]

We can take it apart and throw out bits at a time, can we not?

[ANYTHING TO GET RID OF IT]

[rockthistown]

That would just feel like throwing real arms in the garbage! We don't want to do that in murder land!

[dechagny]

Then - we must stow it away somewhere so that no one will see it!

[There has to be some kind of closet or trunk they can shove it in, right? So it stays in the depths of clutter and never emerges?

[rockthistown]

The back of the storage closet! Behind the oil! Nobody knows what it's for anyway, right?

[dechagny]

Behind the...oil?

[He didn't even know there WAS any oil here. What the hell is a bunch of oil doing in a storage closet?]

- Well, it should be well hidden there! Let us make haste!

[And he's going to heft up this abomination. Lead the way Hime, he can't see beyond all these creepy fabric arms!]

[rockthistown]

Okay! [AND WE'RE OFF to the supply closet] They have WD-40 in there and things like that. What do you even fix with that, anyway? Cars, right?

[dechagny]

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

[rockthistown]

Uh-huh. I don't really know why they have it, but maybe it's useful in a theatre. I don't have to fix things often, so I just didn't think about it.

[dechagny]

Do you know what it does, exactly?

[This has nothing to do with the hideous arm scarf, he just wants to know the things.]

[rockthistown]

No... But I know it's supposed to be useful for making things move?

[dechagny]

Huh. Like...putting it within mechanics to keep them lubricated, I assume.

[You do that with clocks right]

[rockthistown]

Probably? [She gets to the storage closet and opens it up, quickly taking things out and piling them onto the floor.] Okay, we just have to hide this thing!

[dechagny]

Right - here, let me help you.

[He's gonna start taking stuff down. Whoa, there's some awfully weird future stuff in here, huh?]

We must be certain there is enough room for this abomination to fit comfortably!

[rockthistown]

And something heavy to put in front of it! Probably the oil jugs?

[dechagny]

Yes! Let me see...

[He goes and checks deeper in the shelves for the oil, finds a few cans. Soon he brings them back to where Hime is.]

This says WD-40, so these must be it, yes?

[rockthistown]

Uh-huh! [Hime's now cleared a big chunk of the closet.] Now we can just stash that ugly thing back there and no one will ever need to look at it again.

[Let's hope. ...Unless it somehow gets used in a murder.]

[dechagny]

[Knowing luck, it will be. Here, let Raoul help you just shoooove this thing back deep in here, and then start pushing the oil bottles against it to create a barrier.]

And a good riddance to it.

[rockthistown]

Who would even design that?

[dechagny]

A loon and a madman, certainly.

[Raoul dusts his hands, happy to be rid of the thing.]

[rockthistown]

Either way, I hope we never see that thing again.

[dechagny]

Here here - may it never again see the light of day!