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.]

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[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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[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn heads to the merchandise booth fairly early in the morning. She had a large pile of stuff piled at her feet. She's currently investigating the strange contents of the lunch box.

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!

[mcfife]

[Angus is heating up the Pockets of Hot Fillings in the kitchen, watching them impatiently as they cook in the microwave. At hearing someone else enter, he turns to great them.]

Hail to-

[Wait.] Where did you find that?!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Got it out of the merchandise booth.

[She smiles and holds it out]

Look familiar?

[mcfife]

[He grabs it immediately, gives it a few twirls in his hand, and holds it up high heroically just as the microwave pings its signal of ready-to-eat food. 'Tis a glorious day, indeed!]

It won't be long until that Phantom is dead! Even a ghost has no chance! [There are no scratches on the head, nothing to show that there were attempts to destroy it.] How fortunate this was kept safe all of these days. Either by him or by a kind minion.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn's smile widens to a grin as Angus swings the hammer]

I look forward to the day. Make sure to invite me when you go ghost hunting.

[mcfife]

With some practice, I should be at the top of my game.

[Oh! His lunch. Angus sets it aside to grab his Jean Valjean Memorial Hot Pocket and toss it onto a plate.]

We'll need something for you, maybe fashion a weapon out of wood.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

At this point, I'd be happy with a bat.

[mcfife]

Why not a broom? I know some hunters find that sharpened sticks can work against large beasts.

...This was more popular long ago, of course, but I knew people that still remember the tradition.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

A broom sharpened into a spear point would work.

[mcfife]

Perfect! Now, we have a knife [He picks up a standard cutting knife. They should all work the same way.] and the wood, and plenty of time. What if I made it for you in exchange for this meal?

[reassuranceandrevolution]

I think that sounds like a fair trade.

[Sigyn grins, sliding the last pancake out of the skillet. A bit more butter in there and she pours the eggs in.]

[mcfife]

[It will take a while, but Angus makes a promise! He hopes it won't take many attempts to create a decent weapon.]

Oh, that smells good.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Hopefully tastes as good as it smells

[She starts stirring to break up the bits of egg that have already started cooking]