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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[37773972]

[He barks out a short, bitter laugh]

Worried about going crazy, now, Ariel?

[mcfife]

Yes, if you can block that, then we are making good progress. Now, try hitting me.

[Angus steps back with his broom raised just above his hip.]

[revelfree]

[A scoff.]

If there's one, there's many. There is no doubt in my mind that someone else is experiencing the same uneasy feeling of someone knowing too much. There are always patterns, Stephen.

[37773972]

Maybe I'm just used to it by now.

[After all, he'd had that feeling since he woke up in the gas station bathroom, more or less. But his fake humor fades, and he grows more serious]

If there's a pattern, you'll find it. Just let me know what I can do to help.

[If you lead, I will follow.]

[mcfife]

Profession: Prince
Talents: leading battles, understanding geography and political alliances, modern technology
Strengths: fearless, strong
Weaknesses: I suppose I should shave studied more on magic and artifact history
Enemies: Zargothrax, the Dark Sorcerer od Auchtermuchty
Important Connections (Societal, Political, etc)": Pretty much all of space, in my position. Lots of Earth kingdoms, particularly Unst and California.
Missing Memories?: No, apart from being in one place and the waking up here
Secrets?: I really don't know what counts that does not relate to political matters
What do you feel makes you useful: I work best when there is something dangerous to be done!

[Angus meets with Ariel by the door to hand him his survey.]

What are you working on now?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

I'm starting to get the feeling most the people here come from similar...worlds I suppose? Myself not as much.

[isawallflower]

There we go, that's the spirit! [ Riley stands a little taller. ...She doesn't often feel taller than other people, but Christine is remarkably short. ] That is exactly what I like to hear. We're going to be a-okay.

[ ...A bit of sweat runs down Riley's neck, and- ]

But, um. I...really need to take a shower.

[garbageface]

I like having information. Way I see it, murder opera can’t be that different from high school. What I don’t know will hurt me, and I don’t know too much about any of you. So I’m learning.

[ it’s only smart. ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

No one as young as you should every have had to worry about.

If you ever need someone to talk to, don't hesitate to come to me.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

As soon as the kitchen opened up.

[She'd been there longer, waiting for the door to open. In truth she hadn't slept much since coming here and figured she might as well start putting the extra hours to good use.]

Want some pancakes as well? There's plenty.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Hmm... There's probably some stuff in storage we can use, right? As for getting it unlocked, I've got a barette, I can try to pick the lock?

[madgiganticfeelings]

I suppose people do enjoy catharsis... tragedies are very good for that kind of thing.

S-Still! [Christine looks determined then, hands curling up into fists.] You should be allowed to freeze it! Or change the ending! Let there be more than one ending! And you can perform whichever one you want, depending on how you feel, or what the audience wants!

[madgiganticfeelings]

That's definitely possible. Maybe he just leaves it open when he enters through and does what he needs to do fast enough to escape without getting caught. But... to be honest, that doesn't really sound like the Phantom I know.

[Christine, you don't know a Phantom.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

Yeah, well... you're sweet. And very thoughtful. And stuff.

[Her grin isn't nearly as forced.]

Geez, Jeremy. I thought you were supposed to talk about your problems! Not trick me into talking about mine. Come on, tell me why you couldn't sleep.

[isawallflower]

Yes?

[ Riley knows what a warm up means in the cheerleading world. But in theater? ]

Confession, that time in middle school I mentioned, I...did not make it to the warm ups part, so I have nooo idea what we're supposed to be doing.

[ It doesn't feel good to admit that!!! But Riley swings her arms back and forth for a moment and then tries to make, like, eye contact. That's important in being confident!!! ]

[isawallflower]

[ Whatever about this means Riley's sad? She's not sad, of course not! Doesn't matter that the attempt at a smile doesn't meet her eyes and...she's lacking that melodic sing-song she usually carries. She's surely not sad. Surely. ]

Just, uh, that music room? I can't play it. But maybe someone else can.

[isawallflower]

What'd you end up asking him about?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Profession: Resistance fighter
Talents: Organizing, Infiltration, Baking, rudimentary engineering.
Strengths: Public speaking, see above
Weaknesses: I've been told I can be "impulsive"
Enemies: The empire of Asgard
Important Connections (Societal, Political, etc): The New Midgard resistance, my late wife was the former the head engineer on the Bifrost project
Missing Memories?: None that I am aware of
Secrets?: General secrets that come with being in a resistance. The identities of spies, plans for future operations, etc.
What do you feel makes you useful: My knowledge of the resistance movements, perhaps what I know of the Bifrost? Loki would occasionally speak on the technicalities, but I admit much of it was beyond my understanding.

[madgiganticfeelings]

O-Oh! I mean, well, I guess that is true. I still wish I could have gotten past the bricks, though. Or gotten some better answers from the Phantom, or something.

[She's really trying not to beat herself up, but it just seems natural that there are adults here that are much more capable than her. And people who are more optimistic, or more talented in the arts...]

[isawallflower]

[ By the time she's standing, Riley's got a smile on again. ]

Every year? So everyone can put their own...unique touch on it?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn nods and picks up the tuba. Instead of taking it all the way to the music room she simply moves it out of the way and takes a seat on the ground next to Riley.]

What's the trophy for?

[isawallflower]

Profession: Student, Captain of the Giles Corey High Tigers
Talents: Organization, cheerleading
Strengths: A positive attitude
Weaknesses: [ God, there's a lot of taps and scribbles here and- ] Taking on too much, I suppose
Enemies: None? No one I would call an enemy.
Important Connections: Just my team.
Missing Memories?: No.
Secrets?: None? The captain is an open book, available to all.
What do you feel makes you useful:

[ ......It's funny. She started filling this out awhile ago, but- well, Riley's having a very hard time with that last one. Maybe she's a little...self-conscious, so to speak. After a good five minutes where she just...spaces out, she quickly scribbles down: ]

Help everyone come together.

[ ...Yeah. That seems fine enough. ]

[mcfife]

Well, I can't refuse, but if you need help, I can learn.

[The bags under her eyes are concerning. Why should Sigyn work tirelessly to feed them all?]

[mcfife]

Go ahead. [He steps to the aide.] Let's see if we can get him at last!

[isawallflower]

[ By virtue of Nana not looking like Someone Who Can Carry A Tuba, Riley's a little surprised to hear her, because she's a little surprised that anyone else is there, at all. She blinks and looks up. ]

Oh. Hi, Nana. Do you need to use the...coin thing?