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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FRIDAY

[stagemanagers]

[isawallflower]

[ So, it's been five full days since we woke up here. Five whole days, and we're still here.

But does that have Riley down? Heck no!! She's got things to do, and...and a bunch of coins! Like, actually a whole lot of them. Yeah, how about taking a look at the merchandise booth.

She pulls some...interesting things? A light smile for the Tony, the cow is...a bit strange but kind of cute. The tuba raises some fuss ("Now what in the world am I going to do with this? Hello? Hello, can you hear me?") but Riley rolls her eyes and keeps depositing coins. There's the top hat, right? Maybe she'll have something better to wear, like. Something other than her T-shirt, shorts, track suit, and whatever costumes are in the shop.

...The way she wrinkles her nose at the boots, uh. This doesn't bode well. ]

This. Is a nightmare- [ A deep, practiced breath. It's okay. It's fine. One more coin, two more-

Oh. ]

This- this is... [ ...Well, rip to those other regains, at least for now, because Riley just. Kind of stands there, holding a trophy with a pretty green ribbon attached. Her lips pull taut and she swallows. She glances down at the inscription and she-



Riley's going to be here for awhile. You can find her sitting against the merchandise booth, quietly polishing this cheerleading trophy (a girl with her leg up in the air, of course it's a cheerleading trophy) with the opera gloves she received. Everything else is piled up, including the tuba (and the other regains, which, she'll eventually get to, promise). It doesn't matter if the trophy's already polished, she wants to make sure it shines. It has to shine.

...If it looks like you can carry things, on the off-chance she looks up and gets out of her own head, Riley'll kind of glance up and half-heartedly ask: ]

Oh- hey, um. Can you...help me out, with something? [ She lightly bops her head towards the tuba. ] I don't- that thing's a little big for me.

[ And, if you don't want to deal with All This- ...well, too bad, in the laundry room she's sitting quietly in a simple dress, waiting for her clothes to finish going through the washer. Looks like she's given up on finding things that she's used to... Anyway, she's still got that trophy, and she's still polishing it, but- periodically, now. At least she's using an actual cloth? ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Riley has been so positive since they all got here Sigyn almost thought she wasn't capable of being sad. It was stupid, of course Riley would be feeling the same stress they all were.

She gives a small smile.]

Yeah, no problem. Where do you want it?

[isawallflower]

[ Whatever about this means Riley's sad? She's not sad, of course not! Doesn't matter that the attempt at a smile doesn't meet her eyes and...she's lacking that melodic sing-song she usually carries. She's surely not sad. Surely. ]

Just, uh, that music room? I can't play it. But maybe someone else can.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn nods and picks up the tuba. Instead of taking it all the way to the music room she simply moves it out of the way and takes a seat on the ground next to Riley.]

What's the trophy for?

[isawallflower]

Uh, oh. ...Cheerleading. But, sort of not really anything.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Is it something from your home?

[isawallflower]

Yeah. Apparently if you slide enough coins in the slot, you might get a wonderful prize, a reminder that you've been abducted and apparently so have some of your personal belongings.

[ Disdain, sarcasm, a bunch of things Riley's been mostly keeping under wraps. ]

[musacal]

[ Nana was on her way to the box office with a covered plate when she sees Riley sitting against the merchandise booth with the trophy. ]

Riley-san?

[isawallflower]

[ By virtue of Nana not looking like Someone Who Can Carry A Tuba, Riley's a little surprised to hear her, because she's a little surprised that anyone else is there, at all. She blinks and looks up. ]

Oh. Hi, Nana. Do you need to use the...coin thing?

[musacal]

No, I was just going to the box office with something.

[ She lifts up the cloth and reveals a bunch of cookies. ]

Want one? They're just oatmeal this time.

[isawallflower]

Uh. [ She thinks for a moment. ] Well, I was trying out a...gluten-free thing, so, I probably shouldn't.

[ And sits up a little straighter. ]

Hold on, why are you taking those to the box office?

[musacal]

[ She's about to put the cloth back down and say "ah, okay" when Riley turns down the cookies, but then she asks why she's taking them to the box office and she looks down at them, looking a little... bashful? ]

Oh well... I was going to leave them there... for someone...

[ ...yeah there's only one someone you leave anything at the box office for sooooo... ]

[isawallflower]

[ Riley can't fight back the sigh. ]

Ohhh, no. Nana, not you too. Him? Really?

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy's here with laundry too! Wow, laundry!]

Oh, Riley! What, uh. What've you got there?

[isawallflower]

[ A little absentminded, a little tired: ] A trophy. It's mine.

[justmeheere]

Cool.

[He starts putting his laundry in one of the machines and then the implications of that catch up with him.]

Wait, like. You found it here? But it's yours?

[isawallflower]

Like I got it from that booth up front. In exchange for a coin.

[justmeheere]

So it's not just, like, random stuff? There's. There's stuff from back home too?

[Ohhhhhhhh this could be bad. This could be very bad.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Early in the morning a wonderful smell wafts from the kitchen Sigyn stands at the stove wearing a simple white apron over her clothes, flipping pancakes. Beside the stove sits a plate piled high with perfectly cooked bacon.

Sigyn herself looks tired. She gives you a smile as you come in, but that only seems to emphasize the dark circles that are forming under her eyes. ]/b>

Come on in, help yourself. Eggs are up next.

[mcfife]

My deepest of thanks!

[Angus gladly takes a few slices of bacon and a piece of bread.]

Were you up early to make all this?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

As soon as the kitchen opened up.

[She'd been there longer, waiting for the door to open. In truth she hadn't slept much since coming here and figured she might as well start putting the extra hours to good use.]

Want some pancakes as well? There's plenty.

[mcfife]

Well, I can't refuse, but if you need help, I can learn.

[The bags under her eyes are concerning. Why should Sigyn work tirelessly to feed them all?]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[She isn't going to stop, but delegation is one of her skills]

If you want you can start cracking and beating the eggs into that bowl. [She nods towards two dozen eggs and a large steel bowl]

[mcfife]

All of them?

[Angus held on egg in his hand. He knows that one must not crush them when cracking them for a meal, but he has had little practice in the kitchen. He lightly taps it against the rim of the bowl.]