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

[holyspit]

No, it's definitely the same. It was one of a kind.

[He kind of gingerly pokes at the broken edge. It's definitely sharp, the same crystal-metal-magic-whatever it's made of that he's seen so many times.]

I didn't think it could even BE broken-

[reassuranceandrevolution]

A pleasure to meet you, Nana. Are you doing...okay here? As much as we can be, at least.

[Sigyn couldn't help it, she's worried about the kids that are here. There are so many.]

[likemypicture]

[While the others may have struggled to find clothing more... 'normal' in the costume room, Anne has fully embraced the absurdity of it. During her life, she had worn a new dress a each day-- and she didn't intend to become an outfit repeater here, either. Today, she's opted for a long plaid old fashioned farm dress-- only because it has an apron. She's got the sleeves tied up, her crown of spikes still worn across her head.

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?]

[mcfife]

[It doesn't look right.]

Move your hands a bit. Make sure you are comfortable and your weapon won't slip.

[revelfree]

[He hears the clamoring in the kitchen and ambles in. Even after three separate lessons in kitchen-ing, he's still eager to observe others and learn.

he enters just as he watches the woman lean up. He blinks once, before moving to provide assistance.]

Just a moment -- [He reaches up and grabs the flour.] This?

[likemypicture]

It does. We can only assume it's part of the theme they've got going.

[Solid colors. Solid colors. It'll be a task, but Anne's set to it, setting her own things aside.] More things that... blend in?

[mcfife]

Be careful.

[He holds out the broom and uses the handle to bang on the panel a few times. The panel swiftly opens, revealing a short drop to a room below.]

It's not a dangerous distance if you come prepared. Are you ready to make the jump?

[madgiganticfeelings]

[What's wrong this casting? Christine won't say a thing. Sometimes, you just happen to play a role that's opposite who you truely are.

She does frown, though, when Nana mentions the problem of the ending.]

What happens after their quest?

[likemypicture]

[[She's been rescued, from a very messy situation! Anne smiles, then points.] And the sugar to the left, if you would be so kind.

Shows up 5 comments late with sushi

[reassuranceandrevolution]

You boys going to leave without me?

[Sigyn appears behind them, smiling. She wearing a plain black outfit, perfect for hiding in shadows]

[etincelledefierte]

[After the meeting on Wednesday, Claudine spent half the night unable to sleep out of worry. She's convinced something bigger than just a kidnapping is going on. It's not as if she's worried about a specific person 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.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

But then we couldn't do what they claim we were brought here do to.

[The "murder to leave" bit]

[revelfree]

And the brick you discovered -- how did it feel? Was the material real, or was it perhaps some sort of prop? [He motions to their surroundings] We're surrounded by things both real and fake alike -- we can never be too sure that anything is as it appears.

[revelfree]

[His grip shifts as directed, shifting it something just a touch more comfortable. He's still not familiar with being armed, but at least his stance seems more natural.]

Now what?

[revelfree]

[Well, since he's here, he doesn't mind. He plops the sugar on down too.]

And just what are you planning on making, madame?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Don't take it too hard. Apparently I'm an "Extra" [She jerks her head back towards her door and the "Ascended Extra" tag under her name]

I think they're just trying to get under our skin.

[musacal]

[ Whatever Nana was doing while talking- mixing, measuring, whatever.... she stops in her tracks completely, her face downcast. ]

They manage to make it to the top of the tower and grasp the stars but...

[ And then a rather ominous set of notes starts to play. ]

It’s an old song,
It’s an old tale,
From way back when...
It’s an old song...
...And that is how it ends.
That’s how it goes,
Don’t ask me why,
Oh, don’t ask me how
They could have come so close...

It’s a sad song...
It’s a sad tale...

[ And then she abruptly stops singing completely. ]

It’s a tragedy.

[ She pauses for a second before continuing, the music gone. ]

...The star did what they wanted, but the light from it caused Flora to go blind. In pain she stumbled and fell from the top of the tower, leaving Claire alone. Claire, now with all her memories returned, was then imprisoned with the other goddesses within the tower, for all eternity.

They would never meet again. Their dream... would never come true.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Then that would seem to suggest it's a fake, right? If the real one can't be broken?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

It's okay. We've got a lot to think about.

[She smiles]

I'm Sigyn.

[37773972]

[Peering in, peering in, peering-

-that's a bit of a comical yelp of surprise as Stephen nearly falls in. Someone wanna grab him?]

[likemypicture]

That is always the question, is it not?

We're missing most of the things I'd normally work with. And it isn't as if we can just go on a hunt and claim a prize bird to make for the entire place...

[revelfree]

[Ariel gives the woman a scrutinizing glance.]

You hunt? [Most of the women he knew... weren't even allowed to be hunters, really. Hell, even he couldn't hunt.]

When were you taught?

[likemypicture]

I accompanied my brother on hunts when I was young, but it wasn't until I was a young woman that I began to actually partake. I was blessed with an abundance of land and free time at that point. [She notices that glance but keeps her eyes diverted-- gathering various anne-level things to where she was standing.]

And you?

[revelfree]

Oh, never! [It gets a good laugh out of him, if nothing else.] I preferred hunting for knowledge as opposed to live game. I suppose the most I've ever done is caught a fish or snared a rabbit in a trap to be studied.

[isawallflower]

[ Her lips twitch a bit, amused. ]

I know what you're saying. But, that's why we have choreographed routines! Melodic chants! I could...maybe give it a try, but...I wouldn't want to split my focus too much.