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.]

[Sunday Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday]


[ooc: happy week 2, everyone! Don't forget to submit your AC and your regains! Regain rolls are done Sunday and Tuesday nights.]

Comments

cw blood

[garbageface]

[ Santana makes her first visit to the merchandise booth Wednesday evening, just to try out a few coins. What she gets that night is unremarkable, for the most part -- a red slushie, some hair gel, that sort of thing.

Thursday morning, however, she cashes in her sole remaining coin, and receives a bloodstained knife. Between that and the letter in her back pocket, Santana is, at last, starting to worry. ]

Hey, uh, what the hell? Who decided that I needed the used model of some amateur serial killer knife?

[ And the question that's really bothering her: ]

And whose blood is this?

[ It better not be person blood. Santana really hopes it's not person blood. ]

knife crimes!

[revelfree]

[Santana with a bloody knife? You know what, this all tracks...]

Are you -- [Oh, good, she's just as confused as he is.] Where did you get that. [Well, that answer is probably obvious so --] Where did they get that?

be gay do knife crimes

[garbageface]

[ For once, Santana is too freaked out to start off with a sarcastic quip about Medieval Times. Instead, she just shakes her head. ]

I don't know. Do you think -- is there a body in there?

[ Murder in the merch booth is logical, right? ]

[revelfree]

[Murder! In The Merch Booth]

Surely if there was, we'd... smell it, right? [He raps his knuckles hard on the shutters.] Surely the smell of rot would be pervasive enough to make it through this?

[That's... an unpleasant thought.]

Are all of us present?

[garbageface]

Maybe? Or maybe there’s like, chemicals back there, or a garbage chute, or —

[ Santana takes a few deep breaths. She’s panicking. Panic is not a good look. ]

We should check.

[ Santana starts speedwalking in the direction of the dressing rooms. ]

[revelfree]

[He can't believe it. He's cooperating with Santana of all people. And she hasn't insulted him once!

Oh right, he should follow her.]

Are you planning on knocking on every door, then?

[garbageface]

[ Santana turns back to face Ariel. Instead of wide-eyed panic, however, her expression is something closer to a smile. Oh, Ariel, you're good. ]

That's exactly what we're doing. Come on, Medieval Times. I think you've had a bright idea, for once.

[ the insults are back! Santana must be feeling better. ]

[revelfree]

[This is a horrible idea. Walking around the halls, knife in hand and making door checks, is something he wouldn't trust to the most charming of their bunch. The fact that it's Santana, with all the charm of a rusted nail, makes it that much more troublesome.

There's going to be a body on their hands before they know it.]

Right. Of course.

[Someone has to back her up. And get between her and whoever she ends up scaring.]