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

[reassuranceandrevolution]

There has to be some connection.

[She takes one of the pens and writes on the outside of the box "Pens, multicolor"]

With all of us together we're bound to come up with something.

[revelfree]

Why... Fie? [His brows pinch. He makes a face, trying to piece together some sort of picture from the words that Jeremy spews, but comes up empty.]

Please, if you wouldn't mind. Perhaps start with why this one -- [He points to the dishwasher] Soaks the food?

[superbeliever]

Very small tunnels, you say. So... we can't use that magic to get out of here.

[This seems like such a bummer he ignores the question.]

Unless we found some kind of magic that could shrink us down to fit...

[revelfree]

[Ariel moves in behind her, posting up so that he can see both the mirror and the door. He balls his hands into fists and holds them out rather awkwardly.]

You're certain that they're behind every mirror?

[superbeliever]

[Richard's head snaps back up to look at Jeremy, as the water in the stool continues to rise.]

What?! Absolutely not! It's not right for a king to stick his hand in... well, in a place to make plop-plops!

You be Sir James of Silenthill!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Very close. It's Sigyn.

[She smiles, but doesn't comment on the mention of Jeremy's heritage, seeing as she has no idea what it is.]

How are you? You seemed...stressed at the meeting.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[There's silence for a minute, but Christine's shoulders start shaking, and eventually, she does look up from the table, giggling softly.]

But I don't have my pens. My gel pens! It's just going to be boring old black ink on boring old paper!

[revelfree]

I imagine understanding all of the pieces -- how one thing should be prepared to be cooked just so -- would be valuable knowledge.

[He peers over at the ingredients. He'd never been much for baking, but... always more to learn.]

[37773972]

[you know what, he hasn't had quite as much to drink as Ariel, so he'll go ahead and reach out to offer some help to the nerd poor schmuck.]

You're that sold on popcorn? I told you, it's cold.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[That makes Sigyn laugh. A good, deep belly chortle.]

Oh no, please don't call me Ma'am. Come on, show me to your room.

[revelfree]

[Well that's not... terrifying........ at all...........]

Steven the younger says that the lightning is pooled in sockets, which should not be touched. They are connected by... wires, I believe. There are towns that are simply covered in these wires.

Lightning in jars, for everyone! No need to worry about candlelight becoming firelight.

[revelfree]

I see. [He goes his best to copy Angus's pose. His hands are positioned clumsily, and the hold is loose.]

Like so?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Steven!

[Sigyn rushes over to Steven]

What happened? Are you alright?

[revelfree]

Something needs to sop the alcohol up. [Sorry, Stephen, but you're getting and arm awkwardly thrown over your shoulders.]

If it doesn't trouble you, that is.

[justmeheere]

Me? [He laughs nervously.] My secret is I'm just. Just always stressed!

[Like the Hulk but instead of turning into a superstrong dude sometimes you just lie on the floor.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

[Well! Yesterday was... a bit of a disaster, to be entirely honest. Finding out the trivia on her program might have been right after all? The discussions of losing time, of letters and secret passages? It's been a lot weighing down on Christine.

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.]

[justmeheere]

There's, like. There's teas that help you relax or whatever, right?

[He needs one of those.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

((ooc: damn, Jeremy, same))

[Sigyn gives an almost sad smile]

Well, this is a rather stressful situaiton we find ourselves in.

[37773972]

[whelp okay sure this is happening. Just Bros Being Bros. Just laughing a bit as he helps Ariel to walk- at least he's got a corner room?]

What'd trouble me is hearing you moan about a headache tomorrow.

[superbeliever]

Very interesting!

...Did he say anything about how to turn the lightning off.

[justmeheere]

What? You - you flushed it! You're the reason someone's gotta stick their hand in the toilet!

[Ergo!! Richard should be the one to take it out!!]

[37773972]

There's some, but don't ask me what kind. Maybe we can see what smells good, though.

[Guess this is 'we' now since this kid is such a space cadet, and not in the way Stephen likes]

[superbeliever]

[CUTE.]

Right. Yes, um. My room.

[He turns away quickly to hide the light flush on his face, and leads her back to Room 7.]

Here we are! See- "King Richard--" wait.

The Tagalong? That's uncalled for! And- and definitely not accurate.

[revelfree]

I'll be sure to keep my moaning to my own room.

[Ariel is still chuckling. Loud. Right in Stephen's ear. Sorry.]

[revelfree]

Ah. No, I'm afraid we didn't get to that part but... [He brightens up.]

The small, red one -- she and I rotated a few dials on one of the devices in the kitchen. It caused water to flow. Perhaps the reverse might be true; if we locate the right dial, we can turn the lights off?