week 1

[stagemanagers]

[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! ))

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[revelfree]

[Ariel isn't long behind him, having pulled on the black tunic and cleaned himself up a touch. He eyes the brooms with no small amount of skepticism.]

Are we meant to defend ourselves with cleaning products?

[likemypicture]

Anna von Kleve. [She lowers herself into a fine curtsy, but doesn’t stay bowed for very long, rising back up with a cheerful smile. Her own station is high enough that she doesn’t feel obligated to wait for permission.]

A pleasure, though it could be under much better circumstances.

[revelfree]

You shouldn't be so modest, my friend. [He flashes a broad, encouraging smile.] Regardless if there are others your age, you are the one of many in that group that was able to take the leadership position. You should take pride in it -- not many others can make such a claim.

kitchen

[garbageface]

[ Santana enters the kitchen just before it begins to properly smell like smoke. She doesn’t greet Ariel at first, and instead makes a beeline for the fridge. Soon enough the smoke is noticeable, and once Santana smells it, she finally turns to Ariel and points out: ]

Hey Medieval Times, your food’s burning.

[ She’s helping! Her tone is a little less harsh than what it was when they first met. Santana’s warming up to him, slowly, and against what she thinks is her better judgement. ]

[revelfree]

You may be right about that. [Ariel laughs anew.] That, or the wine is truly starting to work.

[Never mind the other time they sang together.]

[37773972]

[just gonna glance at the bottle- then fuck it, take another drink as he straightens up]

We should probably eat something, unless we want hangovers tomorrow.

[revelfree]

[Ariel makes a face] [

The kitchen may still be a mess after what I did with it.

[bloodycape]

[A new day comes and with it-- new determination and energy. She needs to find a way out--]

...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... ♫

[revelfree]

Ah, Santana-That-I-Do-Not-Want-To-Mess-With, I am grateful to learn that both your eyes and nose are functioning properly.

[His voice is dry, and though his brows push up in amusement, he mostly looks pretty distracted. He turns the feather over on the stove, watching embers lick their way up the feather.]

You'll be happy to know that I am not attempting to cook

[isawallflower]

True. We don't want anyone else getting...well, hurt. [ She busies herself, writing something down on her clipboard. ] Do, uh, you think we should have a sign-out sheet, for that? I mean- if...we're going to...be here for awhile [ moving past that, just keep talking aaaaaa ] then if someone tries to use some of the more dangerous materials...?

BREAD

[mcfife]

[The morning begins with breakfast, and Angus hopes that someone has cooked another meal, or he'll pick whatever fruit is available. To his surprise, someone else was already there....it was Little Red Riding Hood, the girl from the woods.]

Good morning to you. What is it that you have there?

[bloodycape]

Oh! Perfect timing, Mister. I've found a book of recipes! I was thinking that with this... we could make some more bread.

[She's excited and ready to Bake... for the first time in her life.]

[garbageface]

[ Santana gives an amused sort of snort, and then leans over the stove, curious. What’s Ariel doing, if not cooking? ]

Is that — a feather?

[ Dude, why? Why burn a feather? ]

[isawallflower]

[ Riley tries to return that smile but she doesn't seem to be able to. ]

I am, of course, very glad to be captain. It's all I've dreamed about, for...well, for a long time. I'm just... Oh, you know, adjustment periods. It...was actually our first team meeting, last I remember, so...

[ Whatever she's leading into, she shakes her head and she appears more at ease. ]

What am I doing, turning down a compliment? Thank you. I've worked very hard, to get there.

[revelfree]

Of a sort, yes. [He lifts the feather once more, watching a small flame begin to burn away the remaining, unscathed portions.]

I received it from the Merchandise Booth. I would rather not continue to carry it with me.

[justmeheere]

You can make tea decaf? [Wait no.] I mean, uh. I guess if they have decaf tea?

[By the way, he's been loading a laundry machine this whole time and is gonna turn it on. I absolutely did not forget he's holding a pile of dirty laundry last night.]

[justmeheere]

Oh! I guess if you're from somewhere without a lot of technology, you'd be a little confused. Did someone already help you with that stuff? I'm not good at a lot of stuff, but I at least know technology and I can help you out if you want something explained!

[He's a helpful boy, actually.]

[garbageface]

[ Santana assumes that Ariel not wanting to carry the feather has nothing to do with, say, its weight. Which means there’s probably some juicy gossip here. Score! ]

Yeah? What, does it like, remind you of something? Or someone?

[ romance! drama! intrigue! ]

[37773972]

Herbal tea exists. [And yeah we figured, it's fine, background action also exists!!!] Depends if you want the rush or just something hot, I guess.

[revelfree]

That's it! [Ariel looks quite pleased. If it had been anyone else -- perhaps closer to his age, or anyone less skittish than Riley had been at their first meeting -- he might have clapped them on the shoulder. As it is, he resists the urge.]

You have accomplished something. Wear those accomplishments with pride, Riley. There's nothing wrong with that.

[37773972]

What, you don't have a snack storage in here?

[He kind of...doesn't want to get up.

Also he did have a donut, but he eated it.]

[revelfree]

Steven the younger attempted to explain the lights -- I won't claim to have expert knowledge of the topic, but I can certainly manage. The machines in the kitchen, though...

[He makes a face. After the Wet Bread debacle with Red, he's a little uneasy with the whole room.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

I have that, but it's not enough, Riley! Not in a place like this! Not when... whatever is happening is happening!

[She gestures to the mirror in desperation.]

I thought maybe I actually knew something that would help this time around, but all I've been finding is wall after wall.

[revelfree]

Of my dreams.

[Sorry Santana, no steamy gossip here Not yet at least.]

There was a recurring... nightmare, perhaps is the best word, that I had back home. These feathers held a rather prominent place in them.

[revelfree]

[Another laugh, this time a touch too loud for the room they're currently sharing.]

I did for a moment. I was delivered a number of pies from the booth in the lobby. I left them at the meeting, however.