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.]

Comments

[revelfree]

[Ariel is quick to leave the ballroom, stopping briefly to squabble with Stephen, and then duck into the supply closet. Eventually, he'll slam the door to his room. It's probably fine!

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.

[37773972]

[As before, he'll knock - and this time, with a care package in tow. He may have said no alcohol, but how about some fresh coffee?

He sets down two mugs on the dresser.]

I'm not gonna ask who it was. [Read; you can tell me if you want, but I won't pry] Just ask if they're in the way of your search.

[revelfree]

[Ariel watches Stephen move. There's a hint of wariness in his eyes, but it fades quickly enough. He doesn't reach for the coffee right away, but he's at least kept his new bottle of wine tucked in a safe place out of reach.

He scoffs at Stephen's question.]

No. Nothing like that.

[37773972]

So then they're just a jackass?

[He leans against the dresser, taking one of the mugs for himself.]

-also, I didn't know how you took it, so I just put basic cream and sugar in it. This one's black. [He raises it slightly, the offer there to swap]

[revelfree]

[Another laugh. Rougher still.]

Oh, you could say that.

[He reaches over and takes the mug with nothing added. He holds it in his hands, but doesn't sip.]

And yours? How bad was the damage there?

[37773972]

[For a moment, Stephen is quiet, looking across the top of his mug. Then he lets out an exhale, and raises it to his lips.]

...he's already dead. It doesn't matter.

[revelfree]

Right. [Ariel finally sips the coffee.]

Sure I can't entice you into that drink? I've a new bottle and everything.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn stops to read the paper on the door before addressing Ariel]

Cast your connections? Sounds lonely.

[revelfree]

And so it is. [He motions around the room, and to the Opera House beyond it.]

Save for whatever guides I manage to come across, this is the most human contact I have had in ages.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Must be overwhelming suddenly being forced to live in close quarters with this many strangers.

[revelfree]

In some ways, yes. In others, it's comforting. It's... difficult, falling asleep and waking up alone. When you only have your own voice for company.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

I can understand that.

[She glances over the items laying around, her eyes falling on a certain toy train.]

Where'd you find that?

[revelfree]

The merchandise booth.

[The answer is mechanical, even if Ariel is grateful the distraction from the topic of himself. Still, when he glances up, then between Sigyn and the train, he raises a brow.]

Is it familiar to you?

smoke

[isawallflower]

[ That is...never good to see. Riley starts knocking on Ariel's door the moment she does, during a trip back from the merchandise booth. ]

Um. Ariel? Are you okay in there?

[revelfree]

[You know, he was hoping it wouldn't be that obviously but okay. It's fine. This is fine.

He opens the door just a crack.]

There's nothing you need to worry about, Riley.

[isawallflower]

[ She tries to push it open, a little bit. ]

Really. Because that's not usually what smoke coming out from under a door means, that there's nothing to worry about.

[revelfree]

[Ariel can't think of the words. Thankfully the music -- familiar as it is, helps him do the talking.]

Promise it, I swear, oh I swear!
I'm not always trapped in my head.

[It smarts, even before he finishes singing -- feels as if he's twisting her words against her, but he can't stop.]

I will be alright.

[isawallflower]

[ Oh, sure wasn't expecting that. It shows on her face, and she takes a single step back, though...it's more like a flinch. One of the things she has piled up in her arms, a single feather, falls from her arms. ]

Just trying to keep all of us from being dead, no-

[ She shakes herself out of it, kneeling down to gather up the feather. ]

I'll just- I'll get out of your hair, then.

[revelfree]

[It's the feather that draws him from his mind. He steps forward, hand extending to catch it, then flinching back.

It was bad enough when they showed up for him. If others were receiving them...]

Riley, wait. [He sucks in a breath.] I apologize. I am not in the right frame of mind.

yard sard

[justmeheere]

I know you probably, uh. Don't want to talk about it! Which. I don't either, because life is a nightmare and shit. [A beat. Where was he going with this again?] Oh! Anyway I made you, um. I made you a thing? And also can I have this cow plushie?

[He did, in fact, make a thing.]

[revelfree]

I thank you for that.

[He looks at the small papercraft, honestly a little surprised at the craftsmanship. He squeezes it between his thumb and forefinger gently, then nods.]

Ah, yes. Of course. Absolutely. [A beat.] Is it familiar to you?

[justmeheere]

Not really, I just. Um. It's.

[It's creepy Christiiiiine time again. Jeremy's shoulders slump at that.]

I really wish that would stop happening. It's weird.

[revelfree]

[Well.... that's odd.]

The horrors of this place will never cease, will they? [They can both just pretend that didn't happen. It's fine.]

[justmeheere]

Probably. Probably not. [He blinks and straightens up.] Oh! I almost forgot. It's, um. It's a jumping frog. You, um. You can press down on the back and it'll hop when you let go.

[Technically, he made one of these for everyone. Ariel just happens to be the first one he's handing one too.]

[revelfree]

Oh?

[Well. He has to test that out. He props the door open and makes his way over to his desk. The frog is set down carefully, before being prodded at with an index finger.

Amazing!]

And you crafted this yourself? Did you come up with the design?