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itscurtains2020-06-29 12:36 pm
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2020-06-29 12:36 pm
week 1
[Well, all escape attempts have failed thus far. None of you have seen the Phantom since his brief appearance on Sunday, or heard from him at all. It looks like, for the time being, you’re all going to be stuck here.
You're free to continue exploring your surroundings to your hearts' content. The only real restriction on your movements is that the kitchen is closed between the hours of 10 pm and 7 am. Better make sure to grab any midnight snacks you may want ahead of time. Also, remember to label any investigation toplevels!
The Merchandise Booth is now open for business as well! The Phantom hasn't deigned to explain how it works, but...well, some of you will start to find mysterious coins in your rooms, and the Booth's got a place to put coins. You'll figure it out.
Should you wish to engage more with your host, you're welcome to drop letters in the box office slot. There's no set way to converse verbally with him, and he's certainly not guaranteed to respond if you just yell at the walls - but that doesn't necessarily mean he isn't listening. Just something to keep in mind.
Enjoy your first week, everyone.]
Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday
(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with the Phantom. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))
You're free to continue exploring your surroundings to your hearts' content. The only real restriction on your movements is that the kitchen is closed between the hours of 10 pm and 7 am. Better make sure to grab any midnight snacks you may want ahead of time. Also, remember to label any investigation toplevels!
The Merchandise Booth is now open for business as well! The Phantom hasn't deigned to explain how it works, but...well, some of you will start to find mysterious coins in your rooms, and the Booth's got a place to put coins. You'll figure it out.
Should you wish to engage more with your host, you're welcome to drop letters in the box office slot. There's no set way to converse verbally with him, and he's certainly not guaranteed to respond if you just yell at the walls - but that doesn't necessarily mean he isn't listening. Just something to keep in mind.
Enjoy your first week, everyone.]
(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with the Phantom. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))
MONDAY
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You'll find him buried deep within the costume shop, searching for something more his style. He tosses a handful of more modern outfits to the side after some amount of scrutiny. Someone else might approve of it.
Eventually, he retreats to the bathroom -- thankfully distinguishing between the men's and women's room rather easily. Though he's stripped bare, he at least has the decency to wrap a towel around his waist as he approaches the showers and...
stares. Oh no.
Whether he figures it out through the assistance of another, or by his own efforts, Ariel is eventually clean and dressed. He makes his way to the music room, this time shuffling through the instruments as he looks for something familiar. It isn't long until his voice carries through the room.]
Call me a liar, a king or a fool
But sing me a song of prosperity
Higher and higher, the farther we fall
Hard to remember
two dudes hanging in the shower five feet apart because they both have canon female love interests
sooo what happens when they get /those/ memories back?
good times, clearly. nothing else could go wrong
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First stop: kitchen. Has Jeremy ever cooked in his life? Unclear! The eggs seem to be going okay, though. The coffee is going less well, if only because of the mug he's being forced to drink out of. It seems weirdly grim and the drama queen in him is loving that but the Gen Z teenager in him hates that he's drinking out of a soccer mom Facebook mug. Also he's eating his omelet, like. Straight out of the pan. Because plates are a WHOLE thing and he's a gremlin teenager.
Anyway after breakfast, Jeremy heads over to the costume shop because he feels, uh. Weird? About this terrible Eminem shirt he's wearing? It's not, like. Bad or anything, he just. Feels really uncomfortable in it. Unfortunately? Fortunately? For him it does seem to be mostly......... costumes. So now he's. Well. It looks like he's about to go to a Ren Faire but that's. Fine. He's okay with this.
(Jeremy is not okay with this, but Jeremy has also never been okay in his entire life.)
Then he goes back to his room because actually? He is not a functional human being and he needs to like. Be alone and scream. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine.]
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investigation
After some time, he gets bored and frustrated and takes to lying on his back on the stairs, just staring at the ceiling. At least it looks nice.]
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She decides first, she wants to investigate people's rooms. After all, the most suspicious items were placed there when she first woke up, so surely, others must have had similar concerns about their rooms. Besides, if they're like her room, there's something in them that she knows is connected to their mysterious masked stage manager.
So she might be giving a friendly tap on the door to your room, her sweet voice muffled by the wood.]
Hello! Excuse me, sorry to bother you! I just wanted to check on your mirror!
[That, or you'll hear her in one of the bathrooms (yes, the mens one too!), all but threatening to smash the glass with her fists!]
Monsieur Phantom! Please answer me! I just wanted to ask some more questions! I didn't mean to scare you off!
[She's going to be at that for... a couple of hours. At least until the Phantom gives her an answer either here or in her room.
After that, she can be found prowling the area, possibly bringing a few mops to the ballroom (that cleaning job might be something she can aim to do tomorrow), but she gets very distracted with the costume room. Especially when she finds two deerstalker caps, a magnifying glass, a fake pipe, and two matching plaid jackets.]
Steven!
[She bolts out of the room, screaming eagerly for her new partner in crime. When she finds them, and they're in uniform, the two of them will resume the hunt, ready to interrogate whoever they may come across.]
Halt, citizen! We've gotta take you down to the precinct, see? Got a couple questions for ya. About the night of our 'casting call,' see?
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TIME TO STRESS BAKE
So the first thing she does as early in the morning as possible is get up, go find a dance leotard in the costume shop and then head to the dance studio. Practice was the usual way she started her mornings, so that's how she's going to continue doing them. Any little bit of normalcy helps right now after all. So she can be found there, quietly doing her stretches.
Once she's got a bit of practice in she heads to the kitchen and gets to baking. It's an unfamiliar kitchen but she gets used to it pretty fast, already having a batch of her signature banana muffins in the oven (or at least the closest she can get to her usual recipe with whats available). As they bake, she's working on getting some simple sandwiches together-- nothing too fancy but it should hopefully be good enough for everyone. And she is making enough for everyone. ]
Mmm, should I make the second batch with something else? Maybe not everyone likes bananas...
[ Once she's got a couple batches of muffins done and plenty of sandwiches made, she goes around the halls, making rounds and greeting everyone she sees. ]
Hi! Have you eaten yet? I made some lunch for everyone if you'd like some! After all, it's important to eat and keep our energy up even in a situation like this.
[ And cooking is the best way she knows to make herself important. ]
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Not because of any like, impending dread or crushing loneliness or anxiety or anything, no, but nonetheless he's wandering around on Monday morning looking like a teenager who was just woken up from a nap.
His ire seems to be directed mainly at every light fixture he comes across, glowering like it's done him personal wrong.]
Stupid... glass candles.
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[It's barely been one whole days and already someone's screaming? Dare to investigate what could possibly be causing such an occurance?
Well you won't have to. Because the door to Room 15 is kicked open in the early morning, and out runs Spinel, looking for all the world like she's seeing a ghost; just a mess of flailing limbs that fumbles over herself onto the floor.
At least the yelling has stopped?]
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TUESDAY
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Whether or not there is, in fact, acid? That's hard to tell.And after that whole fiasco...Stephen is...taking a bit of a break. And by that we mean once again taking an inventory of the Storage Closet - that is, a more thorough inventory. Just trying to get a better idea of what tools they have at their disposal, and maybe keeping a roll of duct tape for himself. You can find him here most of the day, using a pad of paper to note what he's found and...cleaning it up just a little bit. Just enough that it's easier for him to figure out how much of something there is.
Aside from that, he makes a brief stop in the costume shop, trying to find some clothes to wear that aren't...well. Costumes. He finds a couple things that more or less fits his standards of 'normal' (though perhaps a bit dated), quietly claims them as his own, then heads for the laundry room to wash the things he had been wearing. He'll glance up if he hears anyone enter, maybe offer a short chin-raise of greeting, but otherwise keep to himself here.]
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I will provide snacks, though anyone who wants to assist is more than welcome! ♡
~ Riley
[ Well, isn't that something? Riley spends most of the day alternating between the costume shop and the storage closet. Taking inventory? Possibly. She's setting aside just...a ridiculous number of clothes, anything she could possibly find that could be considered modern and not a costume. (Which is. A mixed bag.) Riley keeps almost deciding on taking a piece of clothing before shaking her head and putting it back in her pile. This continues for awhile.
The closet, though, she's definitely taking inventory there. She's found herself a clipboard and is using it to mark things off as she talks to herself. ]
Mmhm, expected. Understandable... This place is stocked, isn't it?
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Afterward, there is a flush, and then a gasp.
And then another flush.]
What kind of sorcery is this?! What else will it suck?
[After flushing down an entire bog roll, he goes out into the hallway and starts finding other things to send down the shitter. He seems positively.
Flush.
with excitement. :)
An array of small or soft items in his arms, he exclaims:]
You have got to check this out! Come with me!
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[Tuesday afternoon sees Steven banging on the metal screen of the merchandise booth. A small pile of items is stacked neatly at his feet- or formerly stacked, it seems. Looks like it's been knocked over in his attempts to get inside.]
[In his hand is a beautifully worked pink sword hilt.]
Open up! How did- what- WHAT DID YOU DO TO CONNIE?!
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...well, I can't very well think of leaving on an empty stomach. Perhaps I'll just pay a little visit to the kitchens first.
["Little" indeed. While she's there, it's easy to watch her dig through every nook and cranny of the kitchen. Whether she's just curious or she's looking for something... she certainly is making a mess of things. However--]
Oh! Here... just as I'd hoped. Recipes.
[She has a date with some bread. If she can actually make it.
Once she's filled her stomach though... well, she's not any closer to freedom. As exciting as another adventure sounds, she's also starting to feel a bit worried. Was her family alright? Would she make it back? Although they were just small thoughts nagging at the back of her mind, they were there all the same.
So she takes the coins she found to the Merchandise Booth where she receives a red poppy and a great collection of bobby pins.]
What a beautiful flower... and these pins-- it wouldn't hurt to keep them. Maybe when I go home, mother will do something new with my hair.
[She gets quiet, staring at them longingly and sings in a very small voice--]
♫ I wish... more than anything... more than life...
I wish to go back to my village.
Back to the woods, back to my grandmother
Back to my village, back to my house... ♫
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WEDNESDAY
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He makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's spent Tuesday familiarizing himself with the kitchen (read: watching people cook over their shoulders) so he knows well enough that the top of the stove gets hot, potentially hot enough to burn a rather large feather.
He only seems to regain color in his cheeks after the kitchen has well and truly began to smoke.
After that, he'll be in the dining hall. He's received quite the collection of pies from the booth, and is happy to offer them up for the pending meeting.
Following all that... Ariel will retire to his room once again. At least this time the door is open. And you might find this man currently enjoying his two bottles of white wine. Oops!]
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Today she goes to the costume workshop. She found something that worked while she washed her clothes yesterday, but if they're here for much longer she needs more than two things to wear. She pauses on particular dress before making a face and placing it in the much taller pile.
Later she pays a visit to the merch store, pulling out a strange bag of beans.
Sleep doesn't come easy that night, and the cramped solitude of her room is too much to bear. Well, the lobby has some comfortable couches. She curls up in the corner of one, seemingly zoning out, a small red poppy spinning between her fingers.
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She starts the afternoon/evening in the costume shop, going through a bunch of different outfits. ]
Why are some of these even in here...?
[ She asks, looking through a few gag outfits. But then she finds... ]
Aha!
[ Here they are: Goth Clothes. ]
Guess there are some pluses to not having dad around.
[ Or later on, she's in the music room just kind of... noodling around with the piano. She settles eventually on a few notes. ]
I'm...
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Not sure what I'm doing here.
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THURSDAY
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Enough that Christine doesn't. Actually feel like investigating today. Which is shocking, but she doesn't even put on her deerstalker cap today. Sorry, Steven, no good cop bad cop for today.
She does, however, notice that small pile of her coins on her dresser, and that does give her one avenue to check out that morning. You can find her at the merchandise booth, slipping in coin after coin.]
C'mon, big money, big money!
[And after she has her spoils? Well, she does what she does best.
Hanging outside the dance studio is a poster of some teenage heartthrob of some sort (wasn't he in some sort of... musical? About high school? Or in a high school? It's unclear.) and trailing from his mouth is a speech bubble. Written in bright, loopy cursive is the following:
ACTING LESSONS
IMPROVISATION, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, AND MORE
DROP IN ANY TIME!
And inside the room is Christine. She's dressed... a bit oddly, with a pair of sparkly ruby slippers adorning her feet, an oversized Eminem t-shirt pulled on, and, uh, whatever this is wrapped around her waist as a makeshift skirt. And she's kicking her feet to a tune only she can hear.]
I love play rehearsal
If there isn't one here, then I'll make my own
Life is easy in rehearsal
I don't have to fret, about not going home...
They say that we're stuck here for all of our lives
But tears won't fall from my eyes
Helping others be happy is all I can do...
[She trails off and beams when she sees someone join her.]
Oh! Did you, did you see the sign? Oh my gosh, are you dropping in?
[Even if you stumbled in by accident, it may be hard to make an excuse now, with Christine's big eyes fixed on you like some overeager puppy.]
dance studio because of course
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He turns the plastic crown in his hands a few times with a sad smile.] The Hootsman would have appreciated a gift like this.
[Then everything else comes out. Some strange ice, a book, a wig, and...two cutouts of some strange man that Angus has never seen before in his life.]
Where am I going to keep all of this?
[Afterwards, he will be hanging around the ballroom balcony for a while with a broom in his hand, waiting for someone to pass by, and then-] I can show you how to enter the Phantom's secret passage if you have the time.
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Through the mountains! Secret secret secret secret tunnel!
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The kitchen really could do with a bit more choices, as she burrows through the fridge--]
No duck, or figs, or fresh peaches! Really! [Feel free to comment on that, or maybe you might rescue her as she tries to reach the bag of flour that's a little out of reach?]
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even though she is especially worried about them, it's that she's worried about everyone back home.She's not one to mope more than she has to, though, so once she's up, she makes her way to the costume room, looking to pull together a basic leotard, tights, and ballet slippers so she can do her usual morning routine. That accomplished, she can be found in the dance studio, this time doing more formal practice that includes a full barre routine. Those few days that she'd skimped on the routine have her feeling a little rusty, though she's probably the only one who would notice.
Later that afternoon, she can be found sitting on the ballroom steps, a letter in her hand. She doesn't seem to be too happy with its contents.]
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But does that have Riley down? Heck no!! She's got things to do, and...and a bunch of coins! Like, actually a whole lot of them. Yeah, how about taking a look at the merchandise booth.
She pulls some...interesting things? A light smile for the Tony, the cow is...a bit strange but kind of cute. The tuba raises some fuss ("Now what in the world am I going to do with this? Hello? Hello, can you hear me?") but Riley rolls her eyes and keeps depositing coins. There's the top hat, right? Maybe she'll have something better to wear, like. Something other than her T-shirt, shorts, track suit, and whatever costumes are in the shop.
...The way she wrinkles her nose at the boots, uh. This doesn't bode well. ]
This. Is a nightmare- [ A deep, practiced breath. It's okay. It's fine. One more coin, two more-
Oh. ]
This- this is... [ ...Well, rip to those other regains, at least for now, because Riley just. Kind of stands there, holding a trophy with a pretty green ribbon attached. Her lips pull taut and she swallows. She glances down at the inscription and she-
Riley's going to be here for awhile. You can find her sitting against the merchandise booth, quietly polishing this cheerleading trophy (a girl with her leg up in the air, of course it's a cheerleading trophy) with the opera gloves she received. Everything else is piled up, including the tuba (and the other regains, which, she'll eventually get to, promise). It doesn't matter if the trophy's already polished, she wants to make sure it shines. It has to shine.
...If it looks like you can carry things, on the off-chance she looks up and gets out of her own head, Riley'll kind of glance up and half-heartedly ask: ]
Oh- hey, um. Can you...help me out, with something? [ She lightly bops her head towards the tuba. ] I don't- that thing's a little big for me.
[ And, if you don't want to deal with All This- ...well, too bad, in the laundry room she's sitting quietly in a simple dress, waiting for her clothes to finish going through the washer. Looks like she's given up on finding things that she's used to... Anyway, she's still got that trophy, and she's still polishing it, but- periodically, now. At least she's using an actual cloth? ]
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The same cannot be said for Saturday. It's dangerously close to having been a week since they'd all been snatched away, and they're no closer to answers than they were at the beginning.
Between breakfast and lunch hours, Ariel is in the Kitchen. He has a new collection of chemicals, and he is carefully measuring each one out. He's wearing the protective equipment Stephen had fetched for him previously, and he's learned enough by now to turn the fan above the oven on, at least.
After some time fashioning a few more compounds, he returns to the lobby. There's a bowl of baking soda beside him, a large jug of water, and several rags created from the more atrocious clothes in the dressing room. He alternates different combinations on the hinges -- pouring them on, scratching down the reactions, and then dumping baking soda and water on both to clear the chemicals away and start anew.
Later in the afternoon, he retreats for a period of time. When he returns, there's a pile of papers in his hand, all of which are pinned above the Rules. The top is written in a delicate hand, a survey not unlike the one Riley put together.]
My fellow patrons,
At your earliest convenience, please fill out the information below and submit it to Room 8. I am testing a number of theories as to our entrapment, and would like to identify any further commonalities that our companions touched on. Your feedback is appreciated.
Profession:
Talents:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Enemies:
Important Connections (Societal, Political, etc)"
Missing Memories?:
Secrets?:
What do you feel makes you useful:
Your feedback is appreciated.
-Ariel
[With his work out of the way, Ariel eventually settles in the middle of the hall outside of his room. He's face to face with a light socket, squinting against the bright light. His hands are clad in the best (read: not great) pair of rubber gloves he could find in the costume shop. He has a pen and ink on the ground beside him, scratching out notes where he can.]
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