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! ))

Comments

[justmeheere]

Oh, yeah uh. Stuff's pretty complicated if you've never seen them before. Michael's moms have this insane coffee machine that's wi-fi enabled and -

[He seems to realize the story is nonsense and stops.]

I mean. Um. Do - I could explain some stuff, if you want?

lobby

[justmeheere]

[Oh. Looks like someone else had the same idea he did.]

Um, sorry. I can - I can go somewhere else.

[stagemanagers]

[When you open the door to Room #20, something immediately jumps out at you! You struggle against the grasping arms...

...oh! It's an arm thing! It looks like it fell on you from an upper shelf - this has just been converted into a storage room, huh.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

But that begs the question: why us? Do we have something they want?

[She pulls a box down and opens it]

Do we really need this many colors of pen?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Oh, no! It's fine.

[Sigyn straightens up a little]

I don't mind. Jeremy, right?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Psh, it's fine! It'll be fine.

[She hasn't hurt herself yet! Anyways, she moves to the mirror, tongue sticking out as she slides the knife into the spot behind the frame, listening for the chnk.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

... I guess. Maybe there are clues I already found that I don't know are clues...

[Like that disposable razor and that seal, Christine?]

I just... it just hurts, Riley. I tried being optimistic, and after so long of people not believing me when I said it'd be okay... how was I supposed to believe it would be okay?

[isawallflower]

[ As she starts on arm stretches, so she can like. Make some semblance of eye contact, Riley's openly fascinated. ]

How many plays do you do a year? That's already amazing... You write your own? And...stage fighting? Oh, all the school plays I've seen have been so underwhelming, but I bet not yours.

[musacal]

Of course! I don't mind teaching.

I can teach you the recipe as well if you'd like or we can skip right to the oven.

[ As she's saying this she finishes off the sandwiches and puts them aside, ready to get a new batch started. ]

[superbeliever]

...Yes.

[isawallflower]

Different colors mean organization. [ She says this like she's had to explain it before. ] I don't know why...us. Every time I try and figure it out, nothing really...comes up.

[ She breathes out and puts on a bit of a smile. ]

That's why I called a meeting. Hopefully after that, we'll know a bit more. [ ohhh honey. ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Do you want me to show you the one in your room?

[superbeliever]

Well, that's good!

[Richard grins, putting an arm around Ariel's shoulders and patting his chest with the other hand.]

Because if you were making fun of me I could totally have you killed.

Now tell me more about the jars of lightning!

[isawallflower]

[ Isn't that just a kick in the teeth? It's...a familiar kind of worry. There's part of Riley that wonders if she's really here, because someone else sharing such emotions, confiding in her, who she only met a day ago?

...She doesn't know how Christine could do that. Riley certainly couldn't.

So, she doesn't share that she feels just the same way. That trying to say it'll all be fine has- well. Worn on her, in different situations. And probably will wear on her here, too. ]

We...just have to do our best and hope it'll turn out. No, it- it will turn out alright. Because we're going to do our best. Teamwork. At the very least, you've got me on your side. Right?

[musacal]

I don't know but... I can't help but wonder if... well maybe...

His loneliness... has something to do with all this...

[ Because haha not like she knows a thing or do about loneliness or anything ]

[mcfife]

...Then, appearing to his kinder side would be a better course of action. [That was how he stopped his murder in the story, right?] Or would that be incorrect according to the legend?

[mcfife]

It is simply meant to be a training tool. [He tosses a broom towards Ariel.] Once we find something better, we can upgrade to a specific weapon style, but this should be safe for a beginning.

[He holds his broom like a war hammer, the brushes acting as the head.]

[justmeheere]

Yes! And you're - [Oh god, he's never actually heard it pronounced out loud.] Sig-yin? You'd think I'd be better at this, I'm Jewish.

[It's a Greek name, Jeremy.]

[revelfree]

[Ariel catches the shift in mood, but he attributes it to once again being too overzealous in his efforts to... bond, he supposed. Thankfully, Riley doesn't seem phased at all.

Really, he should be more concerned about that.]

Not in a great many years. I used to be familiar with the piano, but it has been years since I have been in one place long enough to practice.

And you?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Oh! Oh, that's so cool... What's Starlight, though? I don't know if I've heard of that play.

[She's racking her brain, though!]

[musacal]

[ Look at her, she's just beaming with pride and fondness. Yes, their plays are amazing! Or at least one in particular is. ]

Mmm, that depends. In our first year we didn't do too many, since we were still learning, but we did do a few.

Most of our focus though was on "Starlight".

[revelfree]

Not the dream itself. [He shakes his head, pressing the feather down onto the burner one last time. The remaining vane lights up, burning down to the rachis. It's enough for Ariel.]

And what does it matter to you, Santana? I do not intend malice in asking, I am simply... Curious.

[superbeliever]

[Lucky for her he's very progressive for a 13th century man. He nods acknowledgment without bowing in return.]

It could be. I've got a kingdom to get back to, for God's sake. I can't be sitting around here doing nothing.

[revelfree]

[Ariel manages to get to his feet, but wobbles as he does. His hand extends, bracing itself against the wall before he falls on his face.]

Lead the way, dear friend.

[superbeliever]

... Yes... Ma'am?