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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MONDAY

[stagemanagers]

[revelfree]

[A new day comes, and with it the feeling that there would be no easy escape from this hell. Ariel hefts himself from his bed early, still in the clothes he'd worn the previous day. If nothing else, it decides his first order of business.

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

[37773972]

[hi Ariel, guess who's already in here. it's Ya Boy Stephen, who is just finishing up his own shower and getting dressed and


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?

Costumes

[mcfife]

[Though it had only been a day, Angus was feeling tired wearing his regular armor. It wasn't as if he had to be at a battlefield at any moment, so it would be better for everyone if he changed into something clean and more comfortable before inspecting the building.

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.]

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]

[Alright. Okay. He can do this. He can be a goddamn functional human being who doesn't hide in his room all day because he's afraid of being murdered.

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

[revelfree]

[ Oh! Someone who has similar fashion sense to him. Perhaps he's not entirely doomed to being the "faire" guy as Stephen had referred to him. Or at least not the only one.]

Hail, stranger. We were not introduced yesterday.

Costume Shop

[holyspit]

Hey! Nice outfit!

[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.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

[While Jeremy is eating, Christine slides into a chair directly across from him. She was going to get her own food, but Jeremy looks... rough. Rough enough to attract her concern.]

Hey... you sleep okay? You look pretty beat.

costume shop

[recessives]

[ Oh hey, guess who else is in here sort of... picking out a good number of clothes, or at least what her skinny arms can fuckin hold. And clearly has one of the few wigs in here on. ]

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. ]

investigation

[mcfife]

[Angus will not waste any time while this masked man refuses to unlock the doors and return their belongings. For most of the afternoon, Angus is in the ballroom up on the balcony, attempting to discern what is beyond those windows and - failing to see anything of note - takes to climbing up and down the stairs multiple times in search for some...thing. Maybe a hidden passageway? Maybe a clue if he stands somewhere high enough?

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

[37773972]

[One of the ones he didn't talk with yesterday. Figuring he should get to know them,, right?

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?

investigation!

[stagemanagers]

[Okie-dokie! Where exactly are you going to search in the ballroom?]

[madgiganticfeelings]

[So! Yesterday was a bit of a bust when it came to detective work. But today is a brand new day, with new leads to follow! Christine may have struggled a bit with coming into the role of Sherlock Holmes, but surely today will be a different story.

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

[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...?

investigation!

[stagemanagers]

[Okay, Christine! Which dressing room do you want to investigate first, and what are we looking at in there?]

Costume Shop

[holyspit]

[DELIGHTED GASP]

They're perfect. ...Were there badges? We should have badges.

Rooms

[revelfree]

[Whether it be divine intervention or simply coincidence, Ariel comes upon Christine just as he's beginning to search for her. He's still skeptical about these acting classes of hers, but in the interest of maintaining the interest he'd held yesterday, he decides to keep his word.

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?

interrogation

[herwiggles]

[Just a Gem minding her own business? Whatever has she done to deserve this?]

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'?

TIME TO STRESS BAKE

[musacal]

[ Well that sure was... a lot yesterday. Nana has her fears and concerns obviously like everyone else, but you know what the best thing she can think of doing now to try and keep from having a break down? Do things like she normally would back home and then try and make herself useful with the skills she has.

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. ]

kitchen

[mcfife]

[Angus rarely had to cook for himself, being royalty, so it comes as a pleasant surprise to see someone already making something when he planned to find whatever fruit was available.]

Are you making those for everyone? [It would be rude to assume such a thing and take food for himself.]

[revelfree]

[The smell of food draws Ariel to the kitchen not out of hunger, but out of curiosity. His experimentation yesterday had resulted in soggy food -- he's eager to learn how the devices in the kitchen actually function.


Unfortunately that means there's some... awkward looming happening here. Sorry Nana.]

How in the name of heaven are you doing that?

baking time baking time

[madgiganticfeelings]

Maybe you could add chocolate? Do we have any chocolate?

[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.

[superbeliever]

[Richard didn't sleep well.

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.

[herwiggles]

...WaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

[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?]