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! ))

Comments

[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.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn seems rested. Not well rested, but she at least looks somewhat put together. Better than Richard, at lease.]

Are you...alright?

[superbeliever]

Just. Peachy.

[He huffs, crossing his arms.]

I don't know how anyone is supposed to get any sleep around here with these... these glass candles everywhere! Let me tell you, I could not blow them out last night no matter how hard I tried.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Her eyebrows draw together in confusion]

The...lights? You just turn them off with the switch. [The tech was old fashioned, but still pretty intuitive, as far as she could tell]

[superbeliever]

The... switch?

Oh! Yes, of course, I totally know what the 'switch' is. I was just testing you, of course. And you passed!

[He winks.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn's bullshit detector is going off, but also...maybe people just act like this where he's from?]

Riiiight. So you would be able to point it out to me?

[superbeliever]

Absolutely. I definitely can do that.

[He looks around for whatever a "switch" is.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Good! Can you point one out to me?

[She was married to a woman who's nickname was "Liesmith", she's very use to calling bluffs]

[superbeliever]

Um... Yes! Look, over there!

[And when she turns to look, he will turn and leg it in the opposite direction.]

[revelfree]

[Ariel, fascinated though he is by the innovation, can at least agree on some level. The light is far more intense than the gentle flickering of candles.

Still, he takes it upon himself to be offended on behalf of the "Glass candles." Because science.]

Ah, but imagine if we were completely in the dark, dear friend!

[superbeliever]

[Richard, who pack bonds immediately with anyone who treats him with kindness (whether they feel like they have to or not) brightens and preens a little bit at being called 'dear friend.']

Well, surely there's some kind of middle ground. I certainly wouldn't mind it being dark in the bedrooms.

[revelfree]

A fair point! [He hadn't really thought about that. He's gotten good at sleeping in all kinds of situations while traveling. Extra light is just one thing.]

I suppose if it's enough of a bother, it could be broken. But surely there is a way to turn it off without absolutely destroying it.

[Investigating the Opera house? Discovering why they're there? No way! It's time to investigate how lights work!]

[superbeliever]

[Richard has slept on a pirate ship and in the woods but he is still not used to rough living in any shape or form.]

If you can find such a way, then certainly be my guest, my good man. I will tell you, blowing them out is definitely not the way to go.

[revelfree]

[Ariel looks from Richard, up to the "candle" and then back down. He nods very sagely.]

Excellent advice, my fellow scholar. [A beat, before Ariel lowers his voice. He doesn't want to startle his new friend with this very important information.]

I've heard tell that they're made of lightning. In a manner of speaking, of course. Harnessed electricity, used to power towns! Can you believe it?

[superbeliever]

[Richard's eyebrows arch high up his regal forehead.]

Lightning? Why, that's remarkable! Then it isn't fire at all? But it's so hot to the touch!

Wait a minute... You're not making fun of me, are you?

[revelfree]

Not fire -- or perhaps not just fire. I imagine if lightning can set fire to a tree, it could be the cause of some sort of fire here.

[He shakes his head quickly, almost looking offended.]

Pursuits of knowledge are of the utmost importance to me. I would never joke about it

[superbeliever]

Well, that's good!

[Richard grins, putting an arm around Ariel's shoulders and patting his chest with the other hand.]

Because if you were making fun of me I could totally have you killed.

Now tell me more about the jars of lightning!

[likemypicture]

[Glass candles! Hah! Now that's a reaction that she... probably should be familiar with, but look, Anne's a modern woman now. She knows how to make Tinder jokes! So when Richard passes by, grumbling, she sees her chance -- it never hurts to get on the good side of royalty, even exiled royalty.]

They seem absurd, ja? [She beams] But you never have to worry about a clumsy servant knocking one down and starting a fire! And they do wonders to light up a stage!

[superbeliever]

[Uh, wow, she is very cheerful. Richard, tired as he is from a sleepless night, is a little bit taken aback (but pleased to be getting attention from a pretty lady).]

Uh, well I suppose so...

I'm sorry, what was your name again?

[likemypicture]

Anna von Kleve. [She lowers herself into a fine curtsy, but doesn’t stay bowed for very long, rising back up with a cheerful smile. Her own station is high enough that she doesn’t feel obligated to wait for permission.]

A pleasure, though it could be under much better circumstances.

[superbeliever]

[Lucky for her he's very progressive for a 13th century man. He nods acknowledgment without bowing in return.]

It could be. I've got a kingdom to get back to, for God's sake. I can't be sitting around here doing nothing.

[likemypicture]

[What a relief. It would have been super awkward if he started yelling 'Off with her head'.]

Precisely! We all have much more important things to be doing. [like losing an argument about who had the shittier life!] That Phantom fellow does not seem to respect that-- or respect anything for that matter. To pull a king from his kingdom!

[superbeliever]

Exactly! You get it. I'm sure that...

[He frowns, his energy flagging.]

Well, that someone's looking for me.

[likemypicture]

[Anne smiles wearily, and opts to give him a tiny pat on the arm.]

Of course. It's not every day a royal goes missing after all. That's a scandal, right there. Imagine--

A kingdom, with a missing leader! Anxiety, suspense, drama-- That's a story just begging to be told.

[superbeliever]

[He gives her a glance, and then an almost vulnerable smile at the tiny comforting gesture.]

You sound like you're more used to royalty than some of the others I've met here. What did you say your name was again?