itscurtains | week 1

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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! ))

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[ Haaahaha hey don't call her out. ] Not- not entirely blend in! I just like to have a...a helpful guide to...what other kids wear.

[ Time to very intently look through the clothes! Very intently! ]

It gives me more time to...focus on other things. Things that I'm passionate about.

Sigyn, that's...a pretty name. I don't really hear it, where I'm from.

Oh, sure, if you don't want it.

[He takes it, placing it very seriously in his mouth. Between this and the mustache and glasses, this is probably the most serious he's looked ever.]

Maybe? Authoritative's good, but I think it might've been something with a 'g'?

Maybe?

[He definitely wants to believe it. He doesn't want to think about what it would take to do this.]

It'd be a REALLY GOOD fake, though.

[Bismuth would be pissed.]

No, no, you're right. [He waves her off, quick as he can.] You have something you are passionate about here. I would hate to distract you.

A puzzle? Did any of the bricks feel loose? As if you could press them in the right order?

[Ariel shifts his footing a few times. No matter how he balances, he isn't certain that he could fend off a blow.]

Of course I can.

[Dammit]

[Angus swings his broom! Slowly, with little force, but just to see if if Ariel can block it.]

Hey. Just because people aren't receptive the first time doesn't mean we give up! That is my first cheer lesson. Before you get to any of the technique, you have to learn the attitude.

[ Riley gives her an encouraging smile, hands in fists as she bounces on her heels. ]

When the world's against you, you stand tall! When everyone's despairing, you're the beacon of hope for them to look to! Nothing's going to get you down. You hear?

[Stephen hasn't seen too much of this girl yet. It's probably best that he get to know all of them, he figures, and after a moment of considering her from a distance he moves to approach]

You look like you got some bad news.

[ When you see a cardboard cutout of...someone with some kind of announcement written on him, you're going to take note. Riley's going to get some kind of workout in, because- well, that's what she does, she's going to keep herself in tip-top shape. But this? ]

Acting lessons? [ She almost asks who, but then her brain catches up with her. Oh, of course.

Well, even if she's not going to do anything, she can at least keep Christine company while doing some opening stretches. That's what she intends, until, well.

Until she catches Christine's little lament. ]

Oh, um.

[ She's rooted to the spot, like she's a kid with her hand caught in a cookie jar. The way her brows knit together and her lips scrunch up, that fades after a few small seconds, into a brilliant smile. ]

As a matter of fact, I am. You're the one offering lessons?

What've you got there? Is it... Oh. Is that a letter from him?

[ Riley, who's taken a seat next to her, wrinkles her nose. ]

They had the power to bring us all here, they may have the power to replicate things from our lives. Even things it should be impossible to replicate.

Thank you. Riley is also a beautiful name, probably equally uncommon where I come from as well.

[ So, it's been five full days since we woke up here. Five whole days, and we're still here.

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? ]

[It's just a broom! Ariel doesn't expect much from it. But it stings his palms and makes his wrists ache, to the point that he nearly loses his grip on the broom.]

Right. I see. [He adjusts his grip once more, looking more determined, more confident.]

Again.

I can imagine! It's way better when you know what to expect.

[Which... technically, they don't. She knows Angus has been down here, but the Phantom easily could have changed things and messed with it. She makes sure her footing is stable and walks slowly forward, trying to look less nervous than she feels.]

Hey! Trust me, I know my secret passageway checks. I checked for any loose bricks and pushed on any I could find. Maybe there's an order and I just couldn't feel it out, but it all felt sturdy to me...

[Huh. You are stumping her, detective buddy. She taps the magnifying glass on her chin.]

Hmm. Grave? Gallant? Guileful? Genteel?

[Christine giggles a little more, hopping down from the counter and rolling up onto her feet.]

Y-Yeah. Yeah! I am a strong and confident lady! Just because everyone else is panicking, I won't let them get me down! Get us down! We can make it out of here, no problem!

[There's a door! Angus leaders Christine through it into the following hallway.]

He climbs up here whenever he wants to make an entrance, if my guess is right. If we could set up a trap in that room, we could finally get to speak with him.

Yes! Yes, of course I am!

[I mean, really Riley, who else would it be? Christine is luckily oblivious enough to only notice her bright smile, and she claps her hands eagerly.]

Oh, I'm so excited! I thought maybe no one would want to show up at all, I mean, the poster was really the best I could do without materials, so...

[She jumps up to her feet and tugs Riley into the centre of the room.]

Okay, come in, come in! Do you want to start with a warm up?

Get ready.

[He repeats the same move, a bit faster this time.]

[Christine practically squeals, bouncing on her feet as much as she can in the narrow hallway.]

That's what I wanted! I tried to get him to talk with me, but he's so blunt in all his letters...

[Geez, Phantom. Playing hard to get!]

[He worries about you.]

That's...right.

[He stops in front of a locked trapdoor.]

Here. This is where he probably comes out to speak with us.

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dance studio because of course

ballroom steps doubling up eyyy

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