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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[superbeliever]

[Sometime in the mid-afternoon, Richard visits the men's room.

Afterward, there is a flush, and then a gasp.

And then another flush.]

What kind of sorcery is this?! What else will it suck?

[After flushing down an entire bog roll, he goes out into the hallway and starts finding other things to send down the shitter. He seems positively.

Flush.

with excitement. :)

An array of small or soft items in his arms, he exclaims:]

You have got to check this out! Come with me!

[mcfife]

What is happening?

[There the king runs. Angus can't leave him be - what if it's a plan of escape? The prince dashes after him into the men's room.]

[superbeliever]

I found something totally cool! You have to see this, it's like...magic.

...A very. Specific. Kind of magic. Look here! In the garderobe!

[He barges into the stall and gestures at the toilet.]

Now watch! [He holds up the harmonica he'd grabbed just before running into Angus, and throws it into the porcelain bowl, then pushes the flush lever. The metal harmonica clangs around a little bit, making an obnoxious sound before it disappears down the hole.]

Brilliant, isn't it!

[mcfife]

[He is speechless.]

The magic of water pipes? [They don't really have plumbing wizards in Dundee. It's not so complex to require one.] You know, if you put something too large in there, you could clog the pipes and destroy the, hm, garderobe.

[That is the world that King Richard used.]

[superbeliever]

[So. Was. He! Magic is amazing, isn't it?]

Incredible. Tell me more about these 'pipes.'

[mcfife]

[Angus hopes that a basic explanation will be enough to satisfy the king.]

They are very, very small tunnels, about this size [He makes a circle with his fingers.] made of metal. With the power of mechanisms, they transport water from one place to another, like a sink, or a shower.

[Glances at the toilet.] What did you flush down there?

[superbeliever]

Very small tunnels, you say. So... we can't use that magic to get out of here.

[This seems like such a bummer he ignores the question.]

Unless we found some kind of magic that could shrink us down to fit...

[mcfife]

Unless you can shrink us and grant the ability to breath underwater, then no, we cannot.

[Angus slowly closes the lid, hoping to dissuade the king from putting anything else inside ever again.]

[superbeliever]

[Hm.]

What is this "shower" you mentioned?

[mcfife]

You've seen those in the large rooms near our rooms. They spray water from the ceiling.

...Have you used one yet?

[superbeliever]

[This being in the public men's room, Richard glances up at the ceiling and then around.]

...No. What's the purpose of making it rain indoors?

[mcfife]

That's...that's to wash yourself!

[He gapes at the king in horror.]

How have you been keeping clean this week?!

[superbeliever]

Um, I've been washing my hands regularly, thank you, I'm not an animal. And once I found some spare linens, I gave myself quite a good scrubbing.

[The marvel of clothing meant to be worn every day and not washed is that it takes a lot more than three days for outer layers to start to smell.]

[justmeheere]

[Wh -]

Uh. O-okay?

[Jeremy follows, because he's a stupid idiot who generally follows when people tell him to. What's going on, king dude? What're we doing?]

[superbeliever]

[We are going... To the men's room!]

Now, try not to faint when you see this. Watch-

[He holds up the apple he'd grabbed from the kitchen, like a magician about to do a card trick.

And then he drops it in the toilet and flushes.]

Ta-da!

[The apples here, however, are not as small as 13th century apples, and therefore doth the king's folly become immediately apparent, as the apple sticks in the hole in the bottom of the bowl, and the bowl immediately begins to fill with water.]

Wait, what the hey-

[justmeheere]

[Part of Jeremy: delighted with the property damage going on here. The rest of Jeremy: horrified, because oh god everything is gonna flood.]

Ohhhhh my goooooood. I don't want to be James Silenthill! [Why him.] You gotta, you gotta take the apple out, dude! It's gonna flood the whole place!

[superbeliever]

[Richard's head snaps back up to look at Jeremy, as the water in the stool continues to rise.]

What?! Absolutely not! It's not right for a king to stick his hand in... well, in a place to make plop-plops!

You be Sir James of Silenthill!

[justmeheere]

What? You - you flushed it! You're the reason someone's gotta stick their hand in the toilet!

[Ergo!! Richard should be the one to take it out!!]

[superbeliever]

Well- You should have stopped me!

[The toilet stops running, the water quivering near the top of the bowl.]

-- Oh thank goodness. Do... do you think it'll go down if we... [He doesn't reach for the handle, but he does pantomime what he has learned to be a "flush" motion in the general direction] ...you know, again?

[justmeheere]

No! Nonononono, Definitely don't do that, it'll actually flood. Ugh, just like. Like. Don't do anything, I'm gonna grab the apple.

[Here he is, James Silenthill, unnecessarily putting his hand in a toilet. Gross. The worst. He hates this.]

[superbeliever]

[Luckily the water is about as fresh and clean as you can get without cleaning materials.

Unluckily, apples are notoriously slick and hard, and therefore hard to grab hold of when suctioned into an underwater ceramic hole.

Richard watches with bated breath, almost self-aware of his role in this situation but mostly waiting to see if the kid can do it.]

It's, er. It's quite a large apple, isn't it. The ones in the orchards back home are only about yea big, but this is as big around as my fist.

[justmeheere]

What? Like, like a crabapple? [He's just playing bobbing for apples in the toilet here and trying to hold a conversation. 0/10, would not recommend.] Welcome to, to, to the modern era, I guess. We shot cows up with, uh. With hormones and shit and now apples can clog a toilet.

[Jeremy manages to basically roll the apple up the side of the toilet bowl and pick it out with two hands. It's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine.]

[superbeliever]

A "Crab apple?" Are... are there really apples that taste like crab?

[Richard leans against the toilet paper dispenser. He watches with less interest now, more intrigued by the conversation.]

And what do you mean you "shot cows up with hormones?" What are hormones? And what did the cows ever do to you?

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy just has a wet apple now. He hates it, thanks.]

No, a crabapple is like a terrible little nut that kind of looks like an apple? And, uh. [pause. long pause.] We wanted milk, so we tricked cows into, like. Making too much milk with chemicals? I don't know, um. I wasn't. I was mediocre in biology.

[superbeliever]

[Richard is pretty sure that isn't how cows work, but he doesn't know enough about them to guess otherwise.

After all, he does think that you plant eggs, pigs, and cake to grow them.]

So your parents are farmers, then? Or cooks, maybe? After all, you know so much about where food comes from.