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week 2
[It's been...
One week since you woke up here
Met your house manager and said "We’re angry"
Five days since he laughed at you saying
"Write me some letters and you’ll never see me"
Three days since the mirror room
You realized there’s more the Opera House wouldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd bonded more
But it'll still be two days till you get your motive
Welcome to week 2, performers.]
[ooc: happy week 2, everyone! Don't forget to submit your AC and your regains! Regain rolls are done Sunday and Tuesday nights.]
SUNDAY
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As soon as the morning bustle begins, Ariel is in the kitchen. It probably shouldn't be surprising anymore that he's not cooking. Rather, he's got the fans going, and he's set to burning each response he received. That's uh... That's weird!
Once he's committed his daily act of arson, Ariel heads back to his room. He isn't gone long -- just enough time to write another note and cover the Rules once more.]
Dinner Tonight.
Bring your favorite dish. Teach us about where you are from. Be prepared to "break ice."
[Later, he'll be found attempting to rearrange the dining hall to look a little less formal. He seems to have shredded a very brightly colored shirt, too, in an attempt to liven up the place. Who let this man throw a party... Help him.]
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MONDAY
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After she carts her...prizes back to her room she goes to find Angus, a large war hammer held in her hands.
That evening she's sorting through things in the prop room, quietly singing to herself]
I've been walking through
A world gone blind
Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind
Careful creature
Made friends with time
He left her lonely with a diamond mind
And those ocean eyes
Glory! Hammer!
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: DISAPPEAR
Your presence is requested in the ballroom at noon today, for an important announcement.
You can shout at the sky and/or the mirrors all you like, but he won't be responding to anything today until noon. This time, the Phantom will not be waiting for you in the ballroom. He enters after the last stroke of twelve has sounded, walking into the room as if he was right there in your midst the entire time. He isn’t wearing the full Red Death getup anymore; instead he’s in a neatly-pressed black suit with a dark navy shirt and tie. The mask he wears today is a plain white, and still not the iconic half-mask. It covers his entire face, save for his mouth and chin.
There’s no pause here. As he enters, he’s already beginning to sing - seemingly directing it towards some of the teens, a little bit:]
Those like all of you
You're just the losers
Who keep waiting to be seen - yes?
That is - no one seems to care
Or stops to notice that you're there
So you get lost, and you go unseen
But -
If you can finally commit murder for me
And make another that abandoned memory
I can do something for you
I’ll take out someone who you
Want gone...
Some people deserve to be forgotten
Some people deserve to fade away
You could make them just go
And have no one know they were ever even here
Someone deserves to disappear
To disappear...
Disappear
[He holds one hand out towards all of you, smiling.]
That’s right! If you can kill someone and get away with it this week, I will erase one person from your world’s history. Here they are, right here. [With a wide gesture from the Phantom, envelopes flutter down from above into your hands. They contain a photo of someone from your world that you may wish gone, wish never existed in the first place.] Don’t bother questioning my abilities. I brought you all here through time and space, didn’t I?
This offer is only available for one week. I suggest you consider it.
[He claps his hands together, and the room goes pitch black. You can find the lights and turn them back on, but the Phantom will be well and truly gone, well before anyone can attempt to grab him for further questioning. You have your motive.]
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So is the smoke that may or may not be visible under his door. This man loves fire, apparently?
Whether or not you worry about that, he'll eventually make his way to the Merchandise Booth. He ends up with... a lot of stuff. Including another feather, which is great! He crumples that up within his fist and throws it on the floor, before making his way back to his room.
Eventually, he'll open the door for actual visitors. And include a whole pile of items right outside. Yard sard? Yard sard! He'll also have a piece of paper stuck to the side of his door.
Everything they'd done had been in the interest of not having secrets, after all. Better to air out the same information that he'd requested others provide:]
Profession: Alchemist, traveler
Talents: Alchemy?
Strengths: Relatively skilled in survival, working knowledge of chemicals, acids, etc.
Weaknesses: Single-minded focus. Unaware of most technological advantages present in this mansion.
Enemies: None that I am aware of
Important Connections: I have cast off most of my connections
Missing Memories?: No
Secrets?: I have been known to be addicted to a handful of substances in the past.
What do you feel makes you useful: I am currently searching for the meaning of life. I may not be the only one.
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Today, though, she went down to get the motive, and that's just thrown her whole routine off.
She got the photo and went into her room for a while. She absolutely wasn't punching a pillow, whatever do you mean?
When she's out and about later, it's without the usual pep she has. She's going to take a seat on the ballroom steps again, but without a letter or an envelope. She's looking down, to say the least.]
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And again.
And again.
There's little progress to be made, but he refuses to cease.]
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Alright, you have my things, hand 'em over! [ The Phantom, he'd told her to be nice to his associates. Fat chance. The resulting pile of items has nothing quite like last time. Though, there's a confused sort of recognition on her face, at one point. ] Isn't- isn't this my... Why did you take my parents' landline?
[ But the folks behind the merchandise booth, they aren't going to say anything. Congrats on the new phone-shaped paperweight, Riley. And a few, um, other things?
Her first stop is to Shilo's room, and it's with a portrait that's not only holographic (what?), it's almost as tall as she is. She almost drops it a few times, not because it's too heavy, but it's cumbersome. Knocking more with her foot than her hands, Riley calls: ] Shilo? Shilo, I've- there's something that I think belongs to you out here?
[ If she's not in her room this is gonna suck.
Anyway, later... Well, later Riley's set up in the dinging room. She has two (2) chess boards out and set up, and...strangely? A picture of a girl, just set up between the two boards against an old-timey radio. Like she's watching. Riley herself is taking turns knocking the figurines over and setting them back up. Down goes a knight, slain by the queen. Bam, a bishop's been captured. See ya later, pawn. She looks bored, but...then she glances at the photo. Dryly: ]
You'd probably get a big laugh out of this, Chess.
[ She heaves a sigh and sets board #1 back up. ]
hello it's me
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And he said I didn't look like I did in my pic.
[That evening, she can be found in the kitchen attempting to bake away her feelings. She's making loaves of bread, as if there isn't bread in the pantry. Who does that?
She also struggles with a can of fruit cocktail for a while, having not lived long enough to meet either the can, or the can opener.]
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[So if you're part of the Sad Teen Squad (or Spinel), at some point later in the evening Steven will be approaching with a handwritten invitation.]
☆YOU'RE INVITED!☆
☆☆1st Annual Opera House Kidnapee Sleepover☆☆
Brought to you and hosted by Christine Caligula and Steven Universe
[The header is flanked by doodles of Christine and Steven in fancy dress, one on each side.]
When: Wednesday night, all night!
Where: Room 12
Who: You, of course!
Why: Relax, have some fun, and ignore that dumb motive!
What (to bring): Yourself, your pajamas, and anything you want to share!
Snacks and extra pillows and blankets will be provided. Please RSVP in person or in writing at Rooms 12 or 13!
[In the afternoon, Steven can be found in the music room, looking pensive and occasionally looking over the crumpled photo from the motive.]
Here comes the past, suddenly alarming.
The things you did, the people they're harming.
Choices to make, suddenly looming.
Oh, are we losing hope? We're losing touch?
Do the Phantom's rules actually matter so much?
Threat'ning to confuse us, tempt us to losing?
Take a moment, remind ourselves to, take a moment and find ourselves.
Take a moment to ask us if, this is how we fall apart?
But it's not, but it's not, but it's not, but it's not, we just can't.
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, we'll be okay.
We've got nothing, got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear.
I'm here. I'm here. We're here.
[Steven can also be found at some point putting up a piece of paper by The Rules. The writing is- he's attempted to make it much fancier than the invitations, which mostly seems to consist of adding a bunch of extra swirls onto letters.]
ROYAL DECREE no. 1
By order of his majesty King Richard the Tagalong of Room 7
Murder and all murder-adjacent activities are hereby totally and prohibitively forbidden and banned for ever and forthwith, forsooth.
Further proclamations may follow.
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WEDNESDAY
INVESTIGATION
Take one leave one'Free', just in case it wasn't clear that you can take whatever you want.Otherwise, most of the day is spent investigating. He'll linger in the laundry room for most of it, and more-or-less try and see if there's any sort of vent that the laundry machines are hooked up to that he can investigate. Seeing as they're kind of big and heavy, that'll take him a while.
While he'll go to the kitchen for some quick bites, he won't linger, and once the day starts winding down he can be found in his room with the door cracked open. He's laying back on his bed, leafing through a handful of letters with a deep frown on his face.]
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HOW DID I MISS THIS
I thought you just didn't love me anymore
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........... Jeremy is not doing fine. Jeremy is, actually, having a minor meltdown in front of the merch booth for probably fairly obvious reasons, given that there's an upturned carton of Be More Chill(y) ice cream melting all over the lobby floor and he's just staring at it. That's cool. That's fine.
After that, Jeremy ends up in the kitchen. He's looking at different boxes of tea, because surely something in one of these boxes can help him
be more chillrelax and stop being at like an 11/10 on the stress scale just. Constantly.]Merch Booth
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Later that evening she can be found in the prop room. It seems she's modified one of the dummies, adding weights to the bottom so she can use it as a punching bag. There's a crumpled picture taped to the face. There are acouple of discarded dummies laying off to the side, looking like they've already taken quite the beating.]
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[It seems Spinel is wandering around today, not quite the bouncy spirit she normally is; there's a manic energy to her actions. Maybe it's due to the motive yesterday, getting her spirits down. Maybe it's got something to do with the glass of water she's half-shoving, half-pouring into your hands.
If she spots you, you're not getting away. You're potentially getting splashed.]
Organic things need water, right? Gotta keep going!
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THURSDAY
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After making a brief stop at the merchandise booth, Ariel drops a few more goods outside his room. There's a few people that "won" his challenge at the party that haven't collected their goods, so he figures it's good to keep something out.
He hangs out there for a few hours, puzzling over a piece of paper. He makes a few notes, then scratches them out with a frustrated breath.
When, by much later in the evening, he still hasn't seen Stephen, he heads to his room. He has the last of their bottle of wine in hand, just in case. He announces himself with a light tap on the door.]
Stephen, are you in there?
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Thursday morning, however, she cashes in her sole remaining coin, and receives a bloodstained knife. Between that and the letter in her back pocket, Santana is, at last, starting to worry. ]
Hey, uh, what the hell? Who decided that I needed the used model of some amateur serial killer knife?
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And whose blood is this?
[ It better not be person blood. Santana really hopes it's not person blood. ]
knife crimes!
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That changes when the booth attendant slips an ancient knife into his hand.]
No!
[It falls to the ground with a loud clatter.
Once he has stopped panicking over the Knife of Evil exiting within this building, he is found in the kitchen with a regular, non-cursed kitchen knife and a meat pie. It smells...nice.]
Do you wish to share this with me? I do not wish for it to spoil or grow cold before we eat it.
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When she's passed a very familiar unicorn binder, though, she pauses. She sits down right there, nearly crouched underneath the little booth, as she starts turning the pages.]
It's... all here...
[Every photocopied page of text, each of her lines, marked in highlighter, her stage directions marked in gel pen. Even the little sticky note bookmarks for the scenes she'd been focused on memorizing are there. There appear to be some new notes too, ones from a much more wobbly hand. She isn't sure who's written them, nor is she sure who doodled the football over her variety of colourful glittery flowers on the border of one scene, but... she reads them all intently.
When she flips to the last page, she finds... an autograph sheet? There are a dozen signatures, from every single one of her castmates, people she had been desperately trying to connect with, and had... somehow succeeded?
Her eyes start to burn as she reads the words of praise, and she has to quickly shut her binder, hugging it to her chest as she tries to hide her tears.]
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Outside the dining hall is a sign:
Now Open For A Limited Time Engagement
Help Yourself To A Snack Or Some Tea
Feel Free To Take Any Item You Like!
(Also Offering A Listening Ear 😊)
So that's where she's at today. ]
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As the avalanche of trombones continues, Jonny can be found loudly cursing at the merch booth itself.] As soon as I get my hands on some bullets, the first one is going right between your eyes!
[In the evening, in the costume room, Jonny is handling...some pent-up aggression. He's dragged out the makeshift punching bag Sigyn had made the day before and is, to put it kindly, beating it like it owes him money. He's throwing punches at it's core, side swiping it's headless neck, jabbing at there it's kidneys would be- all with a mixture of surprising grace and brutality that speaks to a lot of experience in hard and fast fights.
It's all fine and good, taking out his two weeks worth of frustration on a mannequin...but not nearly as much fun when there's no blood and teeth flying.]
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What this means, practically speaking, is that she is barging into each dressing room, one by one, thrusting a bloody knife in the nearest person's general direction and demanding: ]
Hey asshole, are you dead?
[ Ariel, unfortunately, has also been dragged into this mess, and you might find him just behind Santana, presumably making sure nothing goes too far south. Don't confuse this with Santana actually caring about your lives, fellow inmates. She's just trying to soothe her own rapidly escalating paranoia. ]
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