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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[revelfree]

[He glances from the fridge to the dishwasher, and then down at the floor. It's like a child being scolded, almost.]

You are correct. I might have... put some food in the dishwasher, believing it might cook it.

[isawallflower]

[ She has the fridge open. She is retrieving some kind of fruit, like...apples, she's looking for apples. She is very glad her face is hidden because she can't help but stifle a laugh. ]

In the dishwasher? Oh, no. How did that turn out...?

[revelfree]

[Most people have laughed at the story at this point. He's just accepted it.] Horrifically soggy and utterly inedible. [At least he can laugh at himself.] Just as one might expect.

[He glances over at Riley.]

What are you having?

[isawallflower]

Oh, just an apple or two. ...This place sucks, but, at least we're being fed!

[ Positivity!! ...Maybe. ]

[revelfree]

But of course. How else can we accomplish the cruel task we've been set to.

[Oops. He's raining on the parade.]

It's a shame I was never good at cooking. At least not anything more than game over a fire.

[isawallflower]

[ Haaa, it's like a constant drum in her head: positivity, positivity, positivity— ]

You can't? Not even, like, pasta? Everyone can boil water.

[revelfree]

Ah, I suppose that can be managed, but making the pasta itself, from the beginning -- [He shakes his head.]

But yes, I can certainly boil water!

[isawallflower]

Oh, well, that's why you just get it in boxes. [ A beat. ] ...Do you. Have boxed pasta, where you're from...?

[ The things Anne knows and doesn't know confuse her so Riley has to be sure now. ]

[revelfree]

[Wait...]

Why would you put pasta in a box?

[isawallflower]

[ She laughs, in surprise. Like her voice, it's bubbly, melodic. ]

For easy purchase, of course! Here, let's see... [ She starts rifling through the cabinets, standing on tip-toe for some of the taller ones, until... ] A-ha!

[ Behold, a simple box of pasta. Just some penne. ] A little...basic, but hey, looks like there's actually gluten-free. This is a dinner of champions. Good source of carbohydrates, great for refueling after a workout.

[revelfree]

[Vague, empty blinking. He takes the box and studies it, but it doesn't help at all. Riley's used the word Gluten before, but he'd had more pressing matters to worry about at the time. Now, though...]

And... What is gluten? Or Carbohydrates?

[isawallflower]

[ .....Oh no. She sets the box down. ]

Gluten is something in wheat. It's, um...some people get sick from eating it? Not me, I just- well, studies say it's a good diet, for people involved in athletics. [ Riley...................... ] Carbohydrates are foods that can be broken down into a lot of energy. Fruits, potatoes, beans—things like that.

[revelfree]

[Quietly... baffled....]

I see. I had not realized that we had advanced so far with... food sciences?

[He didn't know food could be a science, at least not beyond agricultural practices.]

These are all things you need for your cheering, yes?

[isawallflower]

Mm-hm! [ She's going back to her apples, but! She hands him a box of pasta. ] You need lots of energy to be an effective cheerleader. After all, you have to memorize all the routines, the chants. Keep yourself active!

[ A little bounce in her step, she grabs a knife and gets to peeling this...well, average apple. ]

And, as the captain, I've got an example to set. The captain's a role model, for the whole squad. So, arguably, I've got to be the most active of everyone.

[revelfree]

That... makes sense. [Maybe not the exact details, but he needs energy to travel, so it's probably a similar concept.] You really do take your role very seriously, don't you?

[He's inspired at the idea of being so driven at such a young age.]

Do they put sauce in boxes now too? Or does that still need to be handmade?

[isawallflower]

It's everything I've worked for~

[ A light, gentle hum as she peels. ]

No, they put that in jars. [ She's fighting back a smile, but like- not her usual everything-is-fine smile, like a teasing one. ] You can hand make it! But, I usually just buy something.

[revelfree]

Well, it would only make sense to give it your all, then.

[Ariel has concluded that cheerleading is the most important thing in the future! Very honorable, indeed.]

Ah, jars, of course. [It kind of makes sense, when he thinks about it. More than pasta in boxes, at least.]

So one simply goes to the market, gets their pasta in boxes, sauce in jars and that's a dinner?

[isawallflower]

[ Someone other than Riley should probably teach him about people's priorities in the future... ]

Mm-hm! Well. You gotta cook it, first. And sometimes the sauces are better heated up. Buuut, with a little boiling water, it's an easy and nutritious dinner! Good for when you're tired after a long day's practice.

[revelfree]

It sounds easily prepared, too. [Man, they were really sleeping on the instant pasta game where he's from.]

I'll have to attempt to make some at some point. Seems far better than setting fire to things on the stove.

[isawallflower]

[ Riley can't help but laugh again, a bit nervously. ]

Yeah, maybe we should practice as much fire-safety as we can. [ fast forward to tuesday— ] I don't think burning down the place would help, if we were still inside.

[revelfree]

I think... that would be wise. [He doesn't have much else to destroy at this point, anyway.] I could soak the entire batch with ink, or erode it with chemicals...

[Ah, but he's thinking out loud.]

I've kept you from your meal, haven't I?

[isawallflower]

Oh, please, I can multitask. [ she says while finishing peeling that apple, starting to cut it up. ] I've kept you from destroying that evidence, if anything.

[revelfree]

Well... [He won't say she's right but...]

You'll tell me if you need anything?

[isawallflower]

[ No. You don't know who you can trust. Besides, the only person she's ever really been able to trust is--

Riley flashes him a bright smile. ]

Of course~!