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.]

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[trettende]

[ Spurned by Anna and trapped in an Opera house from hell, Hans has taken his sorrows and frustrations to the music room. He's seated on the piano, playing himself a tune for his sadness, as one is wont to do. Feel free to comment on his sad, sad song... ]

Did I abuse her
Or show her disdain?
Why can't she remember me?
If I should lose her,
How shall I regain,
The heart she has won from me?

Agony!
Beyond power of speech,
When the one thing you want
Is the only thing out of your reach...

[ He sighs, letting his hands rest on the keys. Still not Sondheim enough, but he's trying. ]

[robitussin]

[she's not far from the music room other than when she sleeps and the times she's exploring the other areas of this building, so it's no surprise she hears him as she comes into the room this time.]

Ooh. Trouble in... This clearly isn't paradise, so that doesn't work, but you catch my drift.

[she is clearly a helper.]

[trettende]

That's putting it lightly.

[ He answers her with a sigh before continuing. ]

Am I not sensitive,
Clever,
Well-mannered,
Considerate,
Passionate,
Charming,
As kind as I'm handsome
And-- well, not an heir to a throne, but...

[ He slumps, almost comically into his keys. ]

Anna and I were engaged before we arrived, now she's practically forgotten I exist. I can't explain it...

[robitussin]

I really hope that was a rhetorical question, because I've only talked to you for maybe ten minutes altogether.

[she pauses]

Like, actually doesn't remember you, or is just ignoring you?

[trettende]

[ Another sigh. ]

It was.

[ He plays a few more notes, but he's just sad. ]

She literally doesn't remember that we're engaged.

[robitussin]

Well, I bet that's awkward. Does she at least remember that you exist?

[trettende]

Oh, she remembers us meeting, sure. But the first impression I made was... not the best.

[ He really thought the 'running into her with his horse' bit went better than she did, apparently. ]

[robitussin]

That sounds like a story.

[Judging by his expression, at least.]

So is she freaked out, or does she think you're lying about the whole engagement thing, or what?

[trettende]

It was kind of a fated encounter, but maybe she didn't think so...

[ All he needed was a musical number to win her over, right...? ]

I didn't want to push, she got upset when I tried to explain.

[ She's already #over him. ]

[robitussin]

That sounds incredibly cheesy.

[So blunt...]

Yeah, probably for the best. I mean, just give it time, maybe? Not that I am in any way qualified to give advice for this situation.

[trettende]

[ Rude! Hans scoffs at her cheesy comment. This is a Disney romance, after all. (Plus as soon as he said they got married on the day they met, he'd lose all sympathy.) ]

I hope so. I'm doing what I can to give her space, I'm just concerned about her... and what it could mean if things don't go the way I remember.

[robitussin]

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

What do you mean?

[trettende]

Well, we were engaged and I had asked her for her older sister's approval and everything. A royal engagement isn't the kind of thing you forget about.

[ Royals. ]

[irreprochable]

I don't mean to interrupt.

[yes he does. that's why he's interrupting. standing at the door, but at least he waits to the end of that particular verse.]

I take it you have spoken with the Princess.

[trettende]

[ That's cool, Hans was just moping. He doesn't need an audience to mope. ]

Ah, Inspector Javert. [ he can't say he's super happy to see him, given the fact that Anna forgot the entire reason Hans asked for Javert's help in the first place. ]

I... Yes. I take it you have, as well?

[irreprochable]

Yes. There were some...inconsistencies in your stories.

[for once, The Law reserves judgement. primarily because having also met valjean, inconsistencies seems to be the name of the game.]

[trettende]

Yes, she... it seems she doesn't remember our engagement.

[ He plays a few sad notes to Love Is An Open Door. ]

All my life had been a series of doors in my face
When I met Anna, I thought those days were through...

[ He sighs. Woe is Hans, truly. ]

[irreprochable]

Though I couldn't begin to imagine how, I think that may be a product of being in this place.

[BUT]

She did mention something about an incident with a horse...?

[trettende]

Yes, I agree. Though the Balladeer said perhaps it was for... "dramatic effect" or something along those lines, which is ridiculous.

[ Hans scoffs. The Balladeer can suck it. ]

Oh, ah... Yes, that did happen. Accidentally, I might add. [ He can see how it would be weird out of context. No worries, he has a plan! ] We had a bit of a tumble when we first met, though thankfully I was the only one who ended up taking a dive in the fjord.

[irreprochable]

[he shares a similar opinion of the balladeer, and of this whole place. but it seems as logical as telling people to kill each other.]

Young love. [he muses. anna and hans will figure this shit out somehow.] You have my sympathy that she does not remember.

[trettende]

[ Bullet dodged, ah yes, Hans wins again. ]

Thank you, sir. I hope we can figure this out... [ He sighs, still forlorn about it, but with some conviction in his gaze. ] Anna is a free spirit. I intend to win her back as best as I can.

[ Javert prolly does not care but this is Hans goal #1 right now, ok. ]

[irreprochable]

[when he finds out the truth he's gonna murder hans

also yeah no he doesnt care at all about their romance]

Perhaps it will all right itself once we get out of this place.

[trettende]

[ The truth will never come out!!!! Probably. For now. ]

I hope so. Whatever spell has been placed on her has to wear off sometime.

[irreprochable]

Do you really think it is magic at work here?

[trettende]

It's hard to say... I know there are those who believed in magic back home. I can't think of anything else that could explain how most of us come from such strange or different places. Nor how they could effect someone's memories.