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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[37773972]

[you know what, he hasn't had quite as much to drink as Ariel, so he'll go ahead and reach out to offer some help to the nerd poor schmuck.]

You're that sold on popcorn? I told you, it's cold.

[revelfree]

Something needs to sop the alcohol up. [Sorry, Stephen, but you're getting and arm awkwardly thrown over your shoulders.]

If it doesn't trouble you, that is.

[37773972]

[whelp okay sure this is happening. Just Bros Being Bros. Just laughing a bit as he helps Ariel to walk- at least he's got a corner room?]

What'd trouble me is hearing you moan about a headache tomorrow.

[revelfree]

I'll be sure to keep my moaning to my own room.

[Ariel is still chuckling. Loud. Right in Stephen's ear. Sorry.]

[37773972]

You'd better, or I'm not making you eggs for breakfast.

[He can scramble them, before anyone asks, but don't ask for much more than that. Maybe make some bacon too. LOOK, ARIEL'S GONNA NEED FOOD.

But for now, he's kind of tilting his head to shield his ear juuust a bit as he opens the door. Most of the things he gathered are on his dresser - bobby pins, a garish jacket, a ukulele...]

[revelfree]

Will the eggs be served in bed? Upon a silver platter, perhaps?

[Ariel is quickly distracted by the array of goods on Stephen's dresser. He releases his companion from the grip he commands and instead clutches at the dresser for balance.]

It seems you were not as cursed as I. I am glad for that.

[37773972]

Do you want me to find you a silver platter, Ariel. [He's just past tipsy enough, now, that he finds it more funny than annoying. As for the curse- well, he decides to not bring up the fact he found a goddamn knife with everything.]

Well, if we get any more of those weird coins, we'll see. C'mon, sit down. [He'll pull out the chair and guide Ariel to it, and then?

Then there is a bag of popcorn being thrust in to his hands.]

Enjoy.

[revelfree]

[Ariel takes the bag of popcorn. He grabs a handful, poking delicately at each kernel. He looks... very focused on the whole thing, leaning in closer and closer still. With each bite his pace slows.

It... doesn't take long until his hand goes limp. The remaining kernels spill from his hand, but at least the bag is squarely in Ariel's lap.

Ariel is dead unconscious.]

[37773972]

[sleepover in Stephen's room?

more like drag-Ariel-to-the-bed-once-you-realize-he's-unconscious-and-then-go-to-take-his-room-for-the-night!]