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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WEDNESDAY

[stagemanagers]

[revelfree]

[After a brief stop at the merchandise booth, Ariel will rush to his room with his pile of belongings, and be late to leave it. When he does, he seems to be in something of a rush. There's something clutched within his palm -- something large and off white. The force of his grasp has left it crumpled and misshapen.

He makes a beeline for the kitchen. He's spent Tuesday familiarizing himself with the kitchen (read: watching people cook over their shoulders) so he knows well enough that the top of the stove gets hot, potentially hot enough to burn a rather large feather.

He only seems to regain color in his cheeks after the kitchen has well and truly began to smoke.

After that, he'll be in the dining hall. He's received quite the collection of pies from the booth, and is happy to offer them up for the pending meeting.

Following all that... Ariel will retire to his room once again. At least this time the door is open. And you might find this man currently enjoying his two bottles of white wine. Oops!]

ariel's room

[37773972]

[Knock knock.]

Ariel? Can I come in?

[revelfree]

[Ariel lifts his head, blinking heavily as he tries to process why Stephen is simply knocking as opposed to just coming right in.]

By all means, come right in! [He's... a little loud, honestly. Sorry Stephen.]

[37773972]

[whelp.

just gonna kind of...walk on in, half-close the door behind them, and ]

How much have you had to drink?

[revelfree]

[He holds up a bottle of white wine. There's been a sizeable amount consumed from it. Thankfully, the other bottle is unopened.]

This game has taken an interesting turn, my friend.

kitchen

[garbageface]

[ Santana enters the kitchen just before it begins to properly smell like smoke. She doesn’t greet Ariel at first, and instead makes a beeline for the fridge. Soon enough the smoke is noticeable, and once Santana smells it, she finally turns to Ariel and points out: ]

Hey Medieval Times, your food’s burning.

[ She’s helping! Her tone is a little less harsh than what it was when they first met. Santana’s warming up to him, slowly, and against what she thinks is her better judgement. ]

[revelfree]

Ah, Santana-That-I-Do-Not-Want-To-Mess-With, I am grateful to learn that both your eyes and nose are functioning properly.

[His voice is dry, and though his brows push up in amusement, he mostly looks pretty distracted. He turns the feather over on the stove, watching embers lick their way up the feather.]

You'll be happy to know that I am not attempting to cook

[garbageface]

[ Santana gives an amused sort of snort, and then leans over the stove, curious. What’s Ariel doing, if not cooking? ]

Is that — a feather?

[ Dude, why? Why burn a feather? ]

[revelfree]

Of a sort, yes. [He lifts the feather once more, watching a small flame begin to burn away the remaining, unscathed portions.]

I received it from the Merchandise Booth. I would rather not continue to carry it with me.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn has been spending the week poking around, randomly trying the front door a few more times, but mostly she's been trying to keep up with her fellow prisoners. Strength in numbers, and all that.

Today she goes to the costume workshop. She found something that worked while she washed her clothes yesterday, but if they're here for much longer she needs more than two things to wear. She pauses on particular dress before making a face and placing it in the much taller pile.

Later she pays a visit to the merch store, pulling out a strange bag of beans.

Sleep doesn't come easy that night, and the cramped solitude of her room is too much to bear. Well, the lobby has some comfortable couches. She curls up in the corner of one, seemingly zoning out, a small red poppy spinning between her fingers.

lobby

[justmeheere]

[Oh. Looks like someone else had the same idea he did.]

Um, sorry. I can - I can go somewhere else.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Oh, no! It's fine.

[Sigyn straightens up a little]

I don't mind. Jeremy, right?

[justmeheere]

Yes! And you're - [Oh god, he's never actually heard it pronounced out loud.] Sig-yin? You'd think I'd be better at this, I'm Jewish.

[It's a Greek name, Jeremy.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Very close. It's Sigyn.

[She smiles, but doesn't comment on the mention of Jeremy's heritage, seeing as she has no idea what it is.]

How are you? You seemed...stressed at the meeting.

[recessives]

[ After the meeting... happens, Shilo decides to spend the day uh. Doing other things outside of her room! So if you want to actually experience Shilo But She's Not Covered In Blood, it's not a bad time to get in on that action.

She starts the afternoon/evening in the costume shop, going through a bunch of different outfits. ]

Why are some of these even in here...?

[ She asks, looking through a few gag outfits. But then she finds... ]

Aha!

[ Here they are: Goth Clothes. ]

Guess there are some pluses to not having dad around.

[ Or later on, she's in the music room just kind of... noodling around with the piano. She settles eventually on a few notes. ]

I'm...

[ ... ]

Not sure what I'm doing here.

costume shop

[garbageface]

[ Santana’s in the costume shop too, trying to find something that’s even a little conventionally attractive. When she catches a glimpse of Shilo’s selection though, she snorts in a mixture of amusement and disapproval. ]

Why, ‘cause daddy didn’t let you dress like Robert Smith?

[recessives]

[ oh good time to get bullied- but first. ]

Who?

[garbageface]

[ aw, sick burns don't land quite as well when your target doesn't get the reference. santana huffs. she cannot believe she has to now explain this to this girl. it's almost like she's being helpful. gross. ]

He was in some mopey band for weirdos called the Cure. People who are goth and old like his stuff.

[ santana says, with audible disdain for both the goth and the old. ]

music room

[isawallflower]

[ That meeting Sure Was Something, wasn't it? Riley is tired and kind of hates her life. She wants to rip out her hair, but, but. That is not what she is going to do. What she is going to do is go work out in the dance studio until she can't think straight, then stand under a shower until she can't feel her skin anymore.

But. As she's on her way there, she happens to hear something. The piano, and the start of a familiar voice.

It draws on her curiosity. Brings her into the room. ]

Shilo?

[recessives]

[ Shilo sort of. Bolts upright at the piano, looking over. ]

Oh, uh... hey, Riley.

[isawallflower]

Whoa, whoa, hey. [ Riley shuffles in, to. Well, catch her if she needs it? ] You, uh. How you doing here?

music room

[holyspit]

Sounded like you had a pretty good start there!

[This is probably the best place in the opera house, of course he's here. He picks up a guitar and plucks out a few notes, mimicking the start of what was obviously going to be a completely cheerful and not angsty song.]

Do you wanna keep going?

[recessives]

[ Ohhhh Steven, sweet Steven. ]

Uh... okay?

[ And she's going to... get back into it, but try to make it a little cheerier? Shift to a major key, maybe? ]

I'm... delighted?

[holyspit]

[That sounds a little different, but if that's what she wants, sure. He'll keep trying to match her tune on the guitar.]

This is all a little scary, but kind of exciting?