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

[madgiganticfeelings]

O-Oh! I mean, well, I guess that is true. I still wish I could have gotten past the bricks, though. Or gotten some better answers from the Phantom, or something.

[She's really trying not to beat herself up, but it just seems natural that there are adults here that are much more capable than her. And people who are more optimistic, or more talented in the arts...]

[revelfree]

If I recall properly, you performed several extensive tests on those bricks, just to be sure there was nothing you missed. And the Phantom was hardly forthcoming with any information. You've made far more tangible progress than I have.

[madgiganticfeelings]

It's... nice of you to say that. Sorry, I'm not usually so moody, I promise! It's just crazy, I thought I'd have a little longer than this to figure out what I'm good at. Still have a year until university!

[revelfree]

Christine. You are under an immense amount of stress right now. Less than a week ago, you awoke in a strange place, with even stranger folk. No one expects your disposition to be positive at all times, not in situations like these.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Yes, but you did too... and instead of worrying, you're trying to comfort me about it. I should be trying to make it the other way around!

[revelfree]

There is a difference. And while I hate to say anything of age and maturity -- don't you think it's the responsibility of an adult to make sure the younger crowd is well tended to?

[madgiganticfeelings]

I think age doesn't really mean much here. If we expected the adults to take care of us, we'd probably end up overwhelming you. And I'm nearly 18 anyways!

[revelfree]

Perhaps you are right. [He flashes a small smile.] There are far more people your age than there are my own. I imagine we would be downright exhausted if we tried to play the role of guardians.

[madgiganticfeelings]

And we already know I have enough energy to be a full time job!

[She sounds so proud of herself for that.]

Seriously, though, I think we'll ask for help if we need it, so just relax in the meantime!

[revelfree]

That is very true. [Ariel's smile is almost sheepish.]

Very well then, I will make a solemn oath to relax, if you will make an oath to tell me the second you do need help.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Of course! It's an... oath, I guess? Do I need to like, make a blood pact or something?

[She's more used to good old pinky promises.]

[revelfree]

[A laugh, loud and amused.]

Nothing so drastic. Blood oaths are a touch too much for me. Your word is simply enough.

[madgiganticfeelings]

[She giggles and goes for a bow then. Seems formal enough for the gravity of her promise.]

Then I give you my most solemn word, sir.