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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[mcfife]

[After the envelopes are distributed, Angus disappears into his room only to emerge several minutes later with a large warhammer and a determination that cannot be stopped. He marches up to the front doors and swings the hammer as hard as he can.

And again.

And again.

There's little progress to be made, but he refuses to cease.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

A-Angus?

[Christine calls out nervously from the side, trying to make her tiny self even smaller by pulling her arms in close to her as she stands off to the sides of the door.]

Angus, I don't think those are budging... M-Maybe stop and take a breath.

[mcfife]

[WHAM

He pauses to catch his breath, which is when he hears Christine calling to him. With the hammer acting as a cane, his head low, Angus grunts.]

I can't stay here any longer. I have put off escape for far too long.

[He shifts the Hammer of Glory in his hands, preparing himself for another barrage against the unmoving doors.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

I mean, I understand how you feel, but you have to stop and think about this logically! You can't just do the same thing over and over if you aren't getting any results!

Please, I'll help you find a way out! Just... slow down and breathe for a second?

[Her voice is quieter than it's ever been since she came here, a clear indication of her doubt in her abilities right now. She's just one girl. How in the world is she going to do better than a knight at finding an escape? And when he's so distraught, how is she supposed to have any ability to stop him from hurting?]

[mcfife]

[HE REFUSES!

...

He tosses the Hammer onto the floor with great force that if it were not an ancient artifact, one would worry that it may be damaged. Instead, the doors are struck by two fists that remain there, propping Angus as he presses his forehead against the surface.]

This can't have been all for nothing...

[madgiganticfeelings]

I-It won't be for nothing. It's going to be okay. Please, Angus, don't beat yourself up.

[Her hands are quivering as much as her voice when she keeps spilling out what feel like useless platitudes. She should have known better. She can't help in this situation, she's not even an adult yet!

She can feel tears welling up, and then she scolds herself for being so over-emotional, when it's clear Angus is suffering more than her.]

Just... tell me what I can do to make things better. I'll do it.

[mcfife]

[He is silent. The door won't open with the sheer force of his anger, not even when he weakly pounds his fist, begging for someone on the other side to open it.]

The Phantom can't do this. He manipulate us into killing each other. [He says somewhat to himself.] I can't just...

[He sinks to his knees.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

If he can't, then he won't! I'm not going to let him get the best of me, okay? So a-at least you don't have to worry about me...

[She's about to try to find something else to say, when Angus collapses and she immediately gasps, rushing over to his side.]

Angus!

[mcfife]

[Where does he go from here? How is he even supposed to fight Zargothrax with a de-powered weapon? How is he to escape? How is he to learn where they are in the universe?

He lets Christine stand near him. The door has received all of the righteous anger he could muster and left him exhausted.]

I...

[There is nothing to do but to retreat.]

No, I don't have any more ideas.

[madgiganticfeelings]

It's okay. You don't... always have to have ideas. Just take a break for now, okay? I think my idea is for you to sit down for a little bit, and I'll make us something to eat.

[Please, let her do what she can. She can cook and sit with Angus, let her at least do that.]

[mcfife]

[...

What is he doing?

What kind of prince breaks down in front of the everyday people and abandons his duty? Here he is, accomplishing nothing by breaking down the door and continuing to do so.

He brushes the top of his head and sits up again.]

That sounds nice. I can barely cook. [He finally looks at Christine, eyes shows just the hint of tears but with a smile worn for her.] We all think better on full stomachs.

[madgiganticfeelings]

Yeah. Exactly. See? I can, um, probably make some sort of pasta, or something. Or is there something from home you ate a lot? Maybe it's something I know how to make.

[She smiles back softly and offers him her hand. They'll all do better if they work together. She'll cook, and he'll provide a plan.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[Sigyn stands and watches Angus go at the door for a few minutes. For a moment she thinks he might wear himself out eventually, but then she remembers who this is]

Is that working any better than the tuba?

[mcfife]

[Angus hits the door several more times, giving an answer to Sigyn's question. After a few more minutes, he realizes that no, nothing is happening.]

What mystic enchantment
Has the Phantom spun?
My weapon has no effect
Escape can't be won!

[The hammer is dropped, sounding like a large hammer would when hitting a polished floor, and Angus falls to his knees beside it.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[After the hammer and Angus fall Sigyn comes and kneels next to him]

We can't loose hope. [Her voice wavers, as if she's trying to convince herself that as well.]

[mcfife]

How is this happening? I keep calling the astral powers of the Hammer of Glory, but no magic comes forth! [A lone finger brushes the sigil etched on its side. No power glows from within.] What have his wizards done to it?!

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Perhaps it isn't the hammer? It could be something in the building is blocking the power.

[mcfife]

What power could it be? This is one of the most powerful weapons in my universe, yet this door stops it?

[What can he do anymore? What good is he if he can't save anyone?]

This hammer means nothing if we cannot break free...

[reassuranceandrevolution]

Still works to bash people's heads in.

One person, in particular. [The phantom can't fuck with her memories if his skull is caved in]

[mcfife]

[And if he is immortal?]

I only hope that he is not so powerful as to withstand blows as that.

[His breathing eases, but he remains unhappy.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

It'll still hurt.

[She reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder]

[mcfife]

I hope it does.

[A heavy sigh, he grips the handle tightly.]

I hope he really feels it.

[reassuranceandrevolution]

And if he lives through it, that just means we can hit him again.

[likemypicture]

[Oh, dear. Anne actually lingers for a moment before she approaches, and when she speaks up, she's lacking the whimsical tone her voice typically has. Instead, her voice is softer, more concerned.]

It doesn't seem to move-- you ought to be careful, or you may end up harming yourself instead of the door.

Or frightening the youth, more than they already are.

[mcfife]

[Angus takes a break from ramming the door, but it glares at it nonetheless.]

Zargothrax is still out there, scheming whatever evil deed he plans. If I won't stop him in the past, I have to stop him from hurting anyone else ever again.

[He raises the hammer - with less force than he did when he started - and tries to break the locks this time.]