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]

Or maybe you just weren't able to share it. [Chin up!!!...?]

We'll need to see if there's any cleaning chemicals or anything else we can use. If I help you understand what goes in to them, do you think you could make something?

[Like what? He doesn't know. Just- thinking out loud. Most of mixing chemicals makes poison or explosives he thinks though so maybe that's not a good idea. Stephen makes another face- then pauses]

...get dressed, and meet me in the storage room when you can. I'm gonna go start taking inventory.

[it's SCIENCE TIME, MOTHERFUCKERS]

[revelfree]

Perhaps. [He's doubtful, there's nothing in the world that could make him sit silent about such a thing. But he appreciates the --

He can't even finish the thought. Stephen is giving orders, telling him to dress before he's even so much as removed his shirt.]

My shower -- May I finish first?

[You can't just introduce him to hot water and then take off!!!]

[37773972]

[oh.

right.

that.]

Right. Shower, then meet me when you can.

[Just gonna go ahead and give Ariel some privacy now and also finish getting dressed, but he's actually feeling...rather excited to have an idea of something he can do. Not necessarily happy-excited, but anything's better than standing idle.]

[mcfife]

I found something.

[It's a very 80's-looking set of pants, long-sleeved shirt, and vest. At least it has some padded shoulders to his liking.]

It may be that the phantom took over this opera house and expelled them. With all this dust, it must have been a long time ago.

[mcfife]

[Trebuchets don't sound like a safe way to fly.]

Like a crossbow? If we have the wood and tools to build it, we might be able to break that glass!

[37773972]

[Crossbows - slash - ballistas sound even less safe, tbh.

Or at least get a grapple up there.

[IDEAS. They are coming. But-]

...I don't know how to make one of those.

[revelfree]

[Once he's certain that he's alone (completely and totally so), Ariel strips down. The shower takes a little longer, partially as he struggles to find the perfect temperature, but mostly due to him taking the time to enjoy it.

Eventually, though, Ariel makes good on their agreement, knocking on the door of the storage room.

[37773972]

[The door's half-open; Stephen's sitting there with a makeshift clipboard, a number of cleaning supply bottles around him along with...honestly, anything else he thought a chemist might be interested. The batteries, for example. He looks up as Ariel signals his arrival, offering a small smile.]

Glad you made it. I'm trying to figure out how to translate this stuff in to things you might be more familiar with. What'd you work on as an...alchemist?

[revelfree]

[it's a very... interesting outfit, in Ariel's eyes. He's a bit stunned by it all, though thankfully it's diminished by every other outlandish outfit he'd come across ]

You may be right about that. If that is how this narrative has gone, then I can only hope we'll be able to return their possessions soon.

[revelfree]

[Ariel enters the room and hunkers down. He's cross-legged in front of both Stephen and the collection of chemicals. He scrutinizes the bottles and unfamiliar names.] Matter transference and combination. Lead to gold is the most common practice, but there are also more practical applications as well. Anyone who has fooled around with enough chemicals knows how easy it is to create smoke in different colors, or perhaps even an explosion

[37773972]

What about acid?

[Because if the doors have no hinges...]

[revelfree]

[Ariel brightens up.]

Acid. I can do acid.

[He looks over a few of the chemicals, then grimaces.]

I trust these make more sense to you than me?

[37773972]

A little- like I said, astronomy. Ask me about the planets and that I can do. But- here.

[He hands the paper over to Ariel. Assuming he can read English, it's more or less Stephen listing the ingredients on the back of the bottle - so there's one that lists Mr. Clean with Water, alcohol ethoxylate, sodium curnene sulfonate, sodium citrate, sodium carbonate, etc etc...

...a couple, like Red 4 and fragrance are noted as useless?]

[revelfree]

[Ariel reads the recipes a handful of times. he chews on his cheek as he does, brows drawn tightly together. He picks up a few bottles, shaking them once or twice.]

I am not certain that any of these will create instantaneous dissolution but... [he cocks his head toward the door]

If you'll fetch some salt and a glass container, I have an idea

[37773972]

Sure. [Easy enough to do. And as he gets to his feet-] Should I try and see if there's anything for protection with the costumes?

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy is in the middle of trying to decide whether or not the terrible hat he picked out is too much, but then he hears Angus and it would be weird if he put it on probably so he's just. Holding it now.]

Oh! You're right, we. We totally skipped over that yesterday, because of all the. You know. Um. [He fidgets with the hat in his hands before holding out his left hand.] I'm Jeremy!

music room

[isawallflower]

[ A day's passed and they're still here so. Riley's taking more of a look around the place. It's like taking inventory, she guesses, but she'd really rather find a way out or like, a cell phone or something like that.

The music room doesn't look like it's going to be helpful to her, basically. She plans on passing it a few cursory glances and continuing on her way, but she hears a familiar voice and. Well, no one can blame her for being curious, right now. At the doorway, she feels like she's interrupting something, but. Well, she lingers, and listens, in case Ariel continues. ]

[justmeheere]

T-thanks? [That was genuine, right? This person's not making fun of him for being a nerd?] There's a lot of, um. Choices! Here. For what to wear. Some of them are really flashy, but I just wanted. Understated?

[This is why Jeremy wanted to put a supercomputer in his brain: so he wouldn't be so fucking awkward.]

[justmeheere]

What? Huh? Me? I'm f-fine! Why wouldn't I be fine?

[He laughs nervously, because do you know what's probably a bad idea? Drinking caffeine when you're like two steps away from a nervous breakdown. Jeremy makes GREAT choices constantly.]

[revelfree]

A brilliant idea my friend. In the meanwhile, I'll prepare everything else than I can

[Science Bros. they got this]

[revelfree]

Jeremy. [He repeats it with a charming smile. His hand wraps around Jeremy's, shaking it deftly.]

Ariel. Rest assured, my friend, no one can hold it against you for being so unnerved by these circumstances. I'm only happy to see that tragedy has not befallen you.

bathroom

[isawallflower]

[ She's just minding her own business. She's just trying to go about her life, maybe shower after what little workout she could do, in the dance room. But before she's even opened the door, Riley knows she's about to walk into something potentially ridiculous.

The first sight confirms that! Sweat dripping from her hair, a towel slung over her shoulder, Riley struggles to find the proper words. ]

Chriiiiistine...? Why are you screaming at the mirror...?

[37773972]

[science bros look out for one another, and that's remembering that when you mix chemicals you should A) have protection B) consider a well-ventilated area. So when Stephen does eventually come back with the salt and a glass cup, not only does he have a good few pieces of clothing draped on an arm that he figures are durable enough for their purposes, but...]

Kitchen's probably a better place for any heavy work. Not much airflow in here, in case something goes wrong.

[revelfree]

[Consumed as he is with his efforts, he doesn't outright notice Riley. In fact, his eyes are closed and his head is tilted up toward the ceiling. Beyond his own voice, which shifts higher to accommodate for a second voice he doesn't have, he doesn't hear much else.]

I will surrender and I'll always wait
Wait as in all of eternity
Hard to remember and hard to forget
This shadow that hangs over me

Re: bathroom

[madgiganticfeelings]

Rileeeeeyyyy!

[She responds in a sing song tone, sat up on one of the sinks, both palms and one cheek pressed against the mirror glass. She's so excited to see her new friend! Her new friend after a workout too.

Geez, she's even pretty when she's all sweaty. That's unfair. Christine sits up and tries to smooth out her dress and look half presentable herself.]

Well, there's a very good reason for that! You know that Phantom from yesterday? The one who's maybe secretly in love with me? [No he isn't, Christine.] Well. He's from a musical. I know that sounds a little ridiculous, but he is. Or well, originally a book, later a musical. And in the musical, he spies on the fair maiden Christine with a mirror he has in her dressing room! Much like the ones in all our rooms, in fact.

[She looks quite proud of herself for making that connection, but then pouts as she looks back at the mirror.]

Anyways, I was thinking maybe I could use those mirrors to get him to answer us about the weird errors in the pamphlet. And also for him to finally admit his feelings towards me. But I tried the ones in any bedroom I could get into, and none of them worked!