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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[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.

[37773972]

[Oh dear. That's. Oh boy. Congrats, Ariel, you now have a guy With Experience In Getting Blackout Drunk hanging with you for the rest of the night.]

You wanna talk about it, or is this one of those turns where I should tell you about the weird coins I found earlier?

[aka 'avoiding the subject']

[revelfree]

[Ariel laughs, which really is nothing more than a scoff.]

Stephen, my friend, I fear these subjects are one in the same. [A shrug.] What did you discover, then?

[37773972]

[Blink. So that means Ariel found them too. Stephen's a smart man; he can connect the dots. He looks from the wine to Ariel to around the rest of the room, briefly pressing his lips together before continuing;]

Couple odd things. More duct tape, some tiny binoculars- not sure what to do with the mask or jacket, though. Might give the teddy bear to one of the kids, after I throw it in the washer.

[teens don't mind stuffed animals right]

[revelfree]

[Ariel blinks right back, almost in slow motion. He's trying to process the list, which is all the more harder when he isn't entirely sure what a good portion of what the objects are, or at least what they could be used for.]

I found a feather. [He blurts it out, blinks one more time when he realizes that he'd actually spoken, and then shrugs.] Damnable thing.

[37773972]

[He's more or less just trying to see if he'll be talking or listening tonight. Or both? If one is needed more than the other- and there Ariel goes, prompted to talk. He nods slightly, gently pressing for more.]

What kind of feather?

[revelfree]

[They are men of science. There is no way to convey what he thinks this is, not without discrediting his entire image. There's no way to not sound paranoid, especially not when these dreams have plagued him at his most inebriated.

Which... really wouldn't go over well now, all things considered.

But where words fail him... song does not. And so, the warbling lyrics begin to fill the air.]

Moonlight, in visions...heaven sent
I see demon eyes and wings unfurled

[37773972]

[It speaks to the strangeness of the situation that Stephen doesn't find the sudden signing strange. It's almost like Ariel is...releasing something. Needed?

Unlike before, though, he doesn't join in the song. His fingers tap unconsciously, but- after a moment, all he does is reach for the bottle with a brief questioning glance back at Ariel.

May I?]

[revelfree]

[Ariel nods his permission, still mentally clinging to whatever bits of the song remained inside his mind. It was for the best that he didn't drink the whole thing himself.

Probably.]

What do you suppose it means, for one to know our very dreams?

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.

[garbageface]

[ Santana assumes that Ariel not wanting to carry the feather has nothing to do with, say, its weight. Which means there’s probably some juicy gossip here. Score! ]

Yeah? What, does it like, remind you of something? Or someone?

[ romance! drama! intrigue! ]

[revelfree]

Of my dreams.

[Sorry Santana, no steamy gossip here Not yet at least.]

There was a recurring... nightmare, perhaps is the best word, that I had back home. These feathers held a rather prominent place in them.

[garbageface]

[ santana just...blinks. that’s really underwhelming, dude. ]

O-kay.... what kind of dreams? Like, what dream is so bad you have to burn whatever reminds you of it?

[revelfree]

Not the dream itself. [He shakes his head, pressing the feather down onto the burner one last time. The remaining vane lights up, burning down to the rachis. It's enough for Ariel.]

And what does it matter to you, Santana? I do not intend malice in asking, I am simply... Curious.

[garbageface]

I like having information. Way I see it, murder opera can’t be that different from high school. What I don’t know will hurt me, and I don’t know too much about any of you. So I’m learning.

[ it’s only smart. ]

[revelfree]

And divulging very little in kind, it seems. Hardly fair. [He crumples the remaining bits of charred feather within his hand. A few embers bite at his palm.]


You know of my dreams, now -- tell me something of yours.

[garbageface]

[ Santana twists her ponytail with her finger, thinking. She doesn't want to say too much and give Ariel the advantage, but she doesn't want to say too little. Otherwise, Ariel won't reciprocate. ]

Mmm. Mostly, I dream about being a star. I'm gonna be famous, you know.

[revelfree]

Famous. [His definition of famous involves scholars and philosophers. He doesn't know that Santana fits into that picture, but he's curious all the same.]

For what?