[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.]
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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.]