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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! ))
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.]
(( 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! ))
MONDAY
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You'll find him buried deep within the costume shop, searching for something more his style. He tosses a handful of more modern outfits to the side after some amount of scrutiny. Someone else might approve of it.
Eventually, he retreats to the bathroom -- thankfully distinguishing between the men's and women's room rather easily. Though he's stripped bare, he at least has the decency to wrap a towel around his waist as he approaches the showers and...
stares. Oh no.
Whether he figures it out through the assistance of another, or by his own efforts, Ariel is eventually clean and dressed. He makes his way to the music room, this time shuffling through the instruments as he looks for something familiar. It isn't long until his voice carries through the room.]
Call me a liar, a king or a fool
But sing me a song of prosperity
Higher and higher, the farther we fall
Hard to remember
two dudes hanging in the shower five feet apart because they both have canon female love interests
either Ariel is really devoted to the character he's playing, or - as it's becoming more and more likely - there's no character at all. Either way, Stephen clears his throat.]
Not used to the setup?
sooo what happens when they get /those/ memories back?
good times, clearly. nothing else could go wrong
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Costumes
The options are overwhelming. He has the choice to wear just about anything.
He starts with the outfits that Ariel has put to the side.]
Did these not fit you? [They seem to be about the same size. Angus judges that what doesn't fit Ariel likely wouldn't fit himself.]
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music room
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. ]
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First stop: kitchen. Has Jeremy ever cooked in his life? Unclear! The eggs seem to be going okay, though. The coffee is going less well, if only because of the mug he's being forced to drink out of. It seems weirdly grim and the drama queen in him is loving that but the Gen Z teenager in him hates that he's drinking out of a soccer mom Facebook mug. Also he's eating his omelet, like. Straight out of the pan. Because plates are a WHOLE thing and he's a gremlin teenager.
Anyway after breakfast, Jeremy heads over to the costume shop because he feels, uh. Weird? About this terrible Eminem shirt he's wearing? It's not, like. Bad or anything, he just. Feels really uncomfortable in it. Unfortunately? Fortunately? For him it does seem to be mostly......... costumes. So now he's. Well. It looks like he's about to go to a Ren Faire but that's. Fine. He's okay with this.
(Jeremy is not okay with this, but Jeremy has also never been okay in his entire life.)
Then he goes back to his room because actually? He is not a functional human being and he needs to like. Be alone and scream. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine.]
Costume Shop
Hail, stranger. We were not introduced yesterday.
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Costume Shop
[Looks like they're gonna be here a while, so if Steven's going to keep wearing his One Outfit he at least needs something to put on while he's washing it.]
[Too bad Jeremy's found what's clearly the best thing here already.]
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Hey... you sleep okay? You look pretty beat.
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costume shop
Is that... supposed to be a hat?
[ It's an honest question!!! Also she doesn't care about the fashion part of the Genetic Opera or she'd know this. ]
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investigation
After some time, he gets bored and frustrated and takes to lying on his back on the stairs, just staring at the ceiling. At least it looks nice.]
stairs
Don't mind him coming down the stairs and just. Kind of looking down at you with a cocked head, Angus, looking a little bemused]
Comfortable?
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investigation!
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She decides first, she wants to investigate people's rooms. After all, the most suspicious items were placed there when she first woke up, so surely, others must have had similar concerns about their rooms. Besides, if they're like her room, there's something in them that she knows is connected to their mysterious masked stage manager.
So she might be giving a friendly tap on the door to your room, her sweet voice muffled by the wood.]
Hello! Excuse me, sorry to bother you! I just wanted to check on your mirror!
[That, or you'll hear her in one of the bathrooms (yes, the mens one too!), all but threatening to smash the glass with her fists!]
Monsieur Phantom! Please answer me! I just wanted to ask some more questions! I didn't mean to scare you off!
[She's going to be at that for... a couple of hours. At least until the Phantom gives her an answer either here or in her room.
After that, she can be found prowling the area, possibly bringing a few mops to the ballroom (that cleaning job might be something she can aim to do tomorrow), but she gets very distracted with the costume room. Especially when she finds two deerstalker caps, a magnifying glass, a fake pipe, and two matching plaid jackets.]
Steven!
[She bolts out of the room, screaming eagerly for her new partner in crime. When she finds them, and they're in uniform, the two of them will resume the hunt, ready to interrogate whoever they may come across.]
Halt, citizen! We've gotta take you down to the precinct, see? Got a couple questions for ya. About the night of our 'casting call,' see?
bathroom
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...?
Re: bathroom
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investigation!
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Costume Shop
They're perfect. ...Were there badges? We should have badges.
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Rooms
Anything to spare the opera house from one last hysterical teenager. Though... by the looks of things, he may be a little late.]
Are you searching for something in particular, my friend?
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interrogation
Oooh, what's this? Huh? Huh? A new game? Can I be part of it?
[A laugh! And a pause.]
Also, what's a 'casting call'?
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TIME TO STRESS BAKE
So the first thing she does as early in the morning as possible is get up, go find a dance leotard in the costume shop and then head to the dance studio. Practice was the usual way she started her mornings, so that's how she's going to continue doing them. Any little bit of normalcy helps right now after all. So she can be found there, quietly doing her stretches.
Once she's got a bit of practice in she heads to the kitchen and gets to baking. It's an unfamiliar kitchen but she gets used to it pretty fast, already having a batch of her signature banana muffins in the oven (or at least the closest she can get to her usual recipe with whats available). As they bake, she's working on getting some simple sandwiches together-- nothing too fancy but it should hopefully be good enough for everyone. And she is making enough for everyone. ]
Mmm, should I make the second batch with something else? Maybe not everyone likes bananas...
[ Once she's got a couple batches of muffins done and plenty of sandwiches made, she goes around the halls, making rounds and greeting everyone she sees. ]
Hi! Have you eaten yet? I made some lunch for everyone if you'd like some! After all, it's important to eat and keep our energy up even in a situation like this.
[ And cooking is the best way she knows to make herself important. ]
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Are you making those for everyone? [It would be rude to assume such a thing and take food for himself.]
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Unfortunately that means there's some... awkward looming happening here. Sorry Nana.]
How in the name of heaven are you doing that?
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baking time baking time
[Where did this very eager teen come from? Since when does she have an apron? And how is she already measuring out ingredients? Don't ask questions.]
How many bananas do you usually add? Maybe you could replace it with a different fruit.
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Halls
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dance studio
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Not because of any like, impending dread or crushing loneliness or anxiety or anything, no, but nonetheless he's wandering around on Monday morning looking like a teenager who was just woken up from a nap.
His ire seems to be directed mainly at every light fixture he comes across, glowering like it's done him personal wrong.]
Stupid... glass candles.
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[It's barely been one whole days and already someone's screaming? Dare to investigate what could possibly be causing such an occurance?
Well you won't have to. Because the door to Room 15 is kicked open in the early morning, and out runs Spinel, looking for all the world like she's seeing a ghost; just a mess of flailing limbs that fumbles over herself onto the floor.
At least the yelling has stopped?]
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