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

[madgiganticfeelings]

What in the world...?

[Christine is left frozen in confusion as the Phantom sings for them, trying desperately to parse the words. Sure, she had felt like she was being ignored by most of her peers, sometimes she felt she didn't get recognition, sometimes she felt like no one really wanted to care... but that didn't mean she hated any of them!

She grips the envelope tightly, about to open her mouth to protest, when the room goes dark. Even though the Phantom is gone when the lights turn on, she shouts up at the ceiling.]

I don't care about your offer! The real Phantom can't do that anyways! It's... it's so stupid!

[She tears her envelope in half, and then again and again, letting the pieces fall to the floor without a spare glance. Really, she seems more upset about the Phantom than about the motive, still stubbornly looking around for a sign of him... but then all she sees are people around her staring at their own photos, and her rage-filled expression is cowed into worry.]

[etincelledefierte]

It is stupid. Ridiculously so.

[there’s that urge she had before to rip up her envelope, but she doesn’t.]

I don’t even get it. If I’m going to beat my rival back home, I want it to be through my own hard work. I certainly don’t want Tendo Maya -

[the way she says the name is vehement.]

- hurt, much less gone.

Anyway. You look worried. Would tea help?

[madgiganticfeelings]

Right! That would be so mean! Like, there are lots of girls at school that are kind of... rude, but I wouldn't want anything to happen to them either!

[So she didn't even want to see who was in that stupid envelope! So there!

She's still glaring, her breath still quick, but the offer of tea makes her blink, and come back to herself.]

I mean... if you don't mind? That actually sounds really nice.

[etincelledefierte]

[Claudine nods.]

Exactly. There's no sense in inviting that kind of harm to someone.

I don't mind at all. Let's go see what the kitchen has.

[madgiganticfeelings]

So you like tea? I actually started drinking it this year, thought it might be better to choose a lower caffeine option since, well, you know.

[She's babbling again, but it's a bit softer and more subdued than usual. It's obvious now that she's wrestling with things. She looks to Claudine, worried she feels the same.]

[etincelledefierte]

I love tea, and it’s better for my voice than coffee is. I just wish I had macarons to go with it. There’s this one bakery not too far from school that has really good ones.

[She’s going to let Christine ramble. Better to talk about tea all day than the motive.]

[madgiganticfeelings]

Oh! Macarons? I think I've heard of those. They're really hard to make though, aren't they? I've never gotten to try any. Most bakeries just sell really good bagels. I could probably go for a bagel...

[Phantom, please. She requires sustanance!]

[etincelledefierte]

They are hard to make, and that's why I've never tried. I'm just glad there's a shop nearby. The lavender ones are absolutely -

[saying 'to die for' isn't a good thing, and Claudine stops herself.]

- heavenly. I wish I had some here. I think most of the bakeries around where I am don't do a lot of bagels, and I don't think I've ever actually had one...