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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[isawallflower]

[ This morning sure sucked. It leaves Riley in a bad mood and she doesn't know why she expects this to improve it? But after a little time in her room, she strides up to the merchandise booth, inserting twenty-five coins and tapping on the counter. ]

Alright, you have my things, hand 'em over! [ The Phantom, he'd told her to be nice to his associates. Fat chance. The resulting pile of items has nothing quite like last time. Though, there's a confused sort of recognition on her face, at one point. ] Isn't- isn't this my... Why did you take my parents' landline?

[ But the folks behind the merchandise booth, they aren't going to say anything. Congrats on the new phone-shaped paperweight, Riley. And a few, um, other things?

Her first stop is to Shilo's room, and it's with a portrait that's not only holographic (what?), it's almost as tall as she is. She almost drops it a few times, not because it's too heavy, but it's cumbersome. Knocking more with her foot than her hands, Riley calls: ] Shilo? Shilo, I've- there's something that I think belongs to you out here?

[ If she's not in her room this is gonna suck.

Anyway, later... Well, later Riley's set up in the dinging room. She has two (2) chess boards out and set up, and...strangely? A picture of a girl, just set up between the two boards against an old-timey radio. Like she's watching. Riley herself is taking turns knocking the figurines over and setting them back up. Down goes a knight, slain by the queen. Bam, a bishop's been captured. See ya later, pawn. She looks bored, but...then she glances at the photo. Dryly: ]

You'd probably get a big laugh out of this, Chess.

[ She heaves a sigh and sets board #1 back up. ]

hello it's me

[recessives]

[ Shilo opens the door and. Blinks. ]

I... Riley? Where the heck did that come from?

[isawallflower]

[ A grunt, from behind the portrait. Riley moves it so she can see Shilo better. ]

The Phantom's merchandise booth! Buying back our own things, how fuun~! [ Her gritted teeth tell a different story. ] This, um. Is yours, right? I thought it might be yours. Please tell me it's yours.

[recessives]

I mean... if you want to get technical it's my dad's, but yeah.

[ She moves to take it, but uh. Twig arms... ]

I can help you move it in?

[isawallflower]

Oh, suuure! If, um...I can support most of the weight, if you can just help with some of the... You know. How big it is.

[ sir do you really need a portrait this big, sir, mr. shilo's dad, sir ]

[recessives]

Yeah... we have a lot of these, he usually moves them himself if he needs to.

[ but no time to examine that right now!! ]

I'll help as much as I can!

[ And she moves to do so! ]

[isawallflower]

Okay! [ A little squeak as she shifts it. ] Just...support it a little...and tell me which way to go.

[ And, as they are moving it- ]

Is, um. Is this your mom?

[recessives]

[ At least they dont have far to take it- ]

Yep!

[ She pulls a strained face, but perseveres. ]

I have no idea why it's here.

[isawallflower]

It's because...the Phantom thought it'd be fun, probably.

[ she hates that fucking guy ]

Had some things of...mine, Steven's, few others, too.

[recessives]

[ that goddamn dude ]

Of course he did.

[ She sighs, looking around the room. ]

I guess it can go over here?

[isawallflower]

Prop it up, against the wall...and we'll do what we can.

[ Riley is just so glad she did not skip Arm Day, that's all. ]

[recessives]

This isn't even the one from my room, I don't think...

[ Okay! Propped!! ]

Sorry about that.

[isawallflower]

Oh, no, you do not have to apologize, Shilo, this is all on him, not on you.

[ god she fucking hates that phantom ]

Did... Did you just say... How many of these does your dad have?

chess

[37773972]

You actually playing, or just messing around?

[He's popped in to check on the whole giant yard sard people have going, and saw her messing with the chess sets, and - Chess? Is that the girl in the picture?

Either way, he's more curious than accusing.]

[isawallflower]

[ She looks up, from the boards and the picture of the girl, a little like she's been caught. ]

Oh, I... [ Worrying at her bottom lip for a moment. ] The second. One-person chess doesn't sound very fun, especially if there's two games.

[37773972]

I've heard of some eggheads who do it. [He offers a wry smile] Not for me, though. I can barely play it, myself.

Friend of yours? [He nods at the picture]

[isawallflower]

[ She was about to offer something to help him feel better, that she's never been any good at it, but that. That makes her pause. ]

She's... [ Riley sighs as she follows his line of sight. ] She's another girl on my team. Friends, that's a bit more...complicated.

[37773972]

Ah. I know the type.

[Aston. And here he is, wishing he had the guy's confidence, the never-fear that he could think his way out of it...]

You want me to leave you to showing her how to play, then?

[isawallflower]

[ A smile similarly wry rises to her face. ]

Oh, she'd probably show me how. I've never been great, and... It's her namesake, see. Chess surely knows how to play. [ She taps a finger on the table, idly. ] ...I thought maybe setting this up'd show the Phantom his stupid offer doesn't mean anything to me. That's all.

[37773972]

[Oh.

Oh.

Realization forms on his face as she speaks, and for a moment, he wonders if he should leave. At the same time, though...]

That's right. Just because you don't get along with someone all the time doesn't mean you want them...erased.

[isawallflower]

It's not even that I don't get along with her, she just-- [ Nope, no. Riley shakes her head. ] Not important. The point is. I'm captain. It's my job to make sure everyone...gets along. Whatever issues, that doesn't matter. Not out on the field, not on a team.

[ So. She's kind of pissed! About this whole thing! ]

[37773972]

Captain? I don't envy you.

[But he gets the feeling he's not being chased away - even subtly - so he makes to pull up a chair]

You wanna talk about it?

[The team. The issues. She's free to interpret it however she wants.]

[isawallflower]

[ But at that, she sits up straighter. ]

Oh, no, I love being captain! It's all I've worked toward for...more than six years now. It's an honor, to be put in that position, to have that responsibility. I can be a role model, for the whole school.

[ And, from the puff of enthusiasm, it seems she really does mean this! ]

[37773972]

Still can be hard work, being in charge. [...] I never was much for that, myself. Closest thing was being the official liason to someone with their head up their...you know.

[isawallflower]

Is that what you call being a teacher nowadays? Being a liaison?

[ She idly knocks over another chess figure, this time a rook, towards the picture. Chess-the-girl doesn’t react. ]