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

[reassuranceandrevolution]

But that begs the question: why us? Do we have something they want?

[She pulls a box down and opens it]

Do we really need this many colors of pen?

[isawallflower]

Different colors mean organization. [ She says this like she's had to explain it before. ] I don't know why...us. Every time I try and figure it out, nothing really...comes up.

[ She breathes out and puts on a bit of a smile. ]

That's why I called a meeting. Hopefully after that, we'll know a bit more. [ ohhh honey. ]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

There has to be some connection.

[She takes one of the pens and writes on the outside of the box "Pens, multicolor"]

With all of us together we're bound to come up with something.

[isawallflower]

Exactly. We'll all put our heads together, and everything will...go back to normal.

[ Riley's started recounting the rolls of duct tape. ]

...I'm sorry, you're here helping me, and I- I forgot to introduce myself or ask your name. I'm Riley Williams.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

It's okay. We've got a lot to think about.

[She smiles]

I'm Sigyn.

[isawallflower]

Sigyn, that's...a pretty name. I don't really hear it, where I'm from.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Thank you. Riley is also a beautiful name, probably equally uncommon where I come from as well.

[isawallflower]

[ She's about to field the where-do-you-come-from question, but she stops a moment. ]

Really...? Wow. It's kind of common, I...didn't expect that.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

I'm starting to get the feeling most the people here come from similar...worlds I suppose? Myself not as much.

[isawallflower]

I mean... I think I've met as many who seem like normal high school students and as many who seem like...space travelers. We might be split down the middle.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[She doesn't mention that she seems to be the only one here who ever even heard of Earth before coming to this place.]

Making the situation we find ourselves in all the more perplexing.

[isawallflower]

Try to find common ground, get even more questions. [ Though Riley's sigh is understated. ] It's all gotta add up somehow.