week 2

[stagemanagers]

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.]

[Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]


[ooc: happy week 2, everyone! Don't forget to submit your AC and your regains! Regain rolls are done Sunday and Tuesday nights.]

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SUNDAY

[stagemanagers]

[revelfree]

[Ariel is hard at work Sunday morning. He's collected all of the survey responses and spent most of his night and into the morning studying them. He's still mulling over the answers, considering implications and possibilities, but for now, there's an important task at hand.

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.]

kitchen

[isawallflower]

[ Something is burning. Something is burning, that's never good. With a light air of panic, Riley hurries into the kitchen, expecting to have to like, do some damage control. But. Alright. ]

Heeeeeyyy, Ariel. Whatcha doin' there...?

[revelfree]

[Ariel glances up at the sound of footsteps, then back down to his work. He's confident he won't let the fire get out of control but... he still doesn't want to redirect his attention for too long.]

Ah, nothing that you need to worry yourself over. [He glances to the remaining pile of paper, shuffles about, and then holds a sheet up. It's got Riley's handwriting on it!]

Ensuring that our words cannot be used against us, that's all.

[isawallflower]

You--

[ Automatically, Riley reaches out as she sees her own handwriting, but then it clicks just what he's doing. ]

Oh. Ohh, that's...incredibly smart, actually. To make sure the Phantom can't get his hands on them.

[revelfree]

Right you are.

[Ariel looks so proud of her.]

Of course, this assumes that you can trust me with the information. Which was a heavy ask in and of itself.

[isawallflower]

Well. At least for me, it's not like I wrote down anything particularly...sensitive, I would say.

[ At least, she doesn't...think so? ]

How are you going to remember all of it, without having it written down?

[revelfree]

Perhaps not. [He shrugs.] But as I have told the others, what we may find completely mundane may be the sole tie that connects us together.

As for how I manage to recall it all... I have always had a particularly remarkable memory. I can still remember my home and those that lived there, clear as day. Recalling information has always... come easily.

[isawallflower]

Okay. Fair.

Is it like aaaa photographic memory, or something like that?

[revelfree]

I suppose you would know better than I. [What's a photograph.]

It's been immensely beneficial since arriving here. Imagine if I could not remember the proper ratios for the acids I've been making

Kitchen

[madgiganticfeelings]

[That is... certainly weird. Christine doesn't exactly like the idea of starting a fire, even if Ariel seems to have it under control. She does cautionsly move nearby, casually grabbing a bowl and filling it with water... just in case.]

Ariel? What are you up to?

[revelfree]

[Right... water. He probably should have thought of that.]

Destroying the evidence? [He motions to the stack of papers.] You've all entrusted me with some very important secrets. I do not want to be the one that allows them to fall into the wrong hands.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Oh! I didn't even think about that... I guess mine didn't have much on it for me to worry about.

[She still appreciates it, though. Maybe with her survey up in flames, she can pretend the possibility of her having a SQUIP doesn't exist!]

Well, I'll keep my eyes shut, promise. Just let me know if you need something put out!

[revelfree]

You don't have to close your eyes. It's not you that I'm worried about.

[He pauses for a moment, pointing in a vague direction upward.]

If there are passages into our rooms, one could easily assume that the Phantom could plunder anything we keep in there.

[madgiganticfeelings]

I... guess that is true. I guess if there's anything we really don't want stolen, we should keep it with us whenever we can.

[One plus to coming here with nothing but clothes, at least.]

[revelfree]

Perhaps so. Though i would imagine that if there was anything particularly valuable to be had, especially in our own possessions, they wouldn't be handing it out so freely in the booth. So... perhaps physical objects are safer.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Mm, I don't know about you, but I had plenty of stuff in my locker I consider extra special!

[Catch Christine in a week or two carrying a stack of books and gel pens all around the opera house.]

[revelfree]

I was never one for possessions. They're difficult to carry when one is constantly traveling. But... all the same, it may be best to find a hiding spot, just in case.

Kitchen

[holyspit]

[Well. That's a thing to walk in on.]

Ah, hang on! I'll find the extinguisher!

[revelfree]

[Ariel.... looks very much unbothered by this situation.]

No, no that's quite alright! Everything is under control!

[holyspit]

You don't need to set stuff on fire to cook things, that's what the stove is for!

[Did they not establish this well enough on day one?]

[revelfree]

Steven. At ease.

[He holds up a smoldering piece of paper, and what remains of the writing is now so obscured that it's near impossible to read.]

I am merely ensuring that our secrets don't make it into the wrong hands.

[holyspit]

...oh! Oh. The surveys. That. Makes a lot more sense, sorry.

[revelfree]

That's alright. I imagine it is... rather frightening to walk in on an open flame, especially in a place like this.

[holyspit]

Heh, not the worst thing I've walked in on in the kitchen.

[He lives with Amethyst.]

You think there was stuff in there the Phantom doesn't already know about?