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]

[Another day at the merchandise booth, and Angus isn’t finding anything too valuable. He does get a meat pie, which he sets aside for later. So far, nothing distressing.

That changes when the booth attendant slips an ancient knife into his hand.]

No!

[It falls to the ground with a loud clatter.

Once he has stopped panicking over the Knife of Evil exiting within this building, he is found in the kitchen with a regular, non-cursed kitchen knife and a meat pie. It smells...nice.]

Do you wish to share this with me? I do not wish for it to spoil or grow cold before we eat it.

[justmeheere]

Oh, uh. Sure? Um. Did you. [He's just got a hot Café Con Leche in his hands.] Do you drink coffee? I'm not. I'm not supposed to. Anymore.

[If he drinks this, he has realized he'll become a paranoid mess and start yelling at people. So he's being responsible and not doing that.]

[mcfife]

I can drink coffee. [He slides the pie closer and pulls out a regular, non-enchanted knife from the kitchen and begins slicing it. Judging by its smell, it's probably a decent meal.]

[justmeheere]

[Something about meat pie in addition to musicals is like. Rattling around in his brain, but eh. It's probably fine.]

Oh, good. I don't, uh. Want it to go to waste either! [Meat pie? Meat pie?] Hey, did it say what kind of meat it was?

[Is a meat pie kosher? Crusts use butter, right? Actually, does. Does eating kosher really matter when you're trapped in a murder game and also you regularly take the Lord's name in vain? There's probably bigger chet he should be worried about than eating a meat pie. Like murder.

............. He'll just apologize next Yom Kippur. If he lives that long.]

[mcfife]

They didn't say. It could be beef.

[He pulls out a slice and slides it onto a plate. It smells too good for guys with little cooking skills to throw away, and yet the meat doesn't resemble ground beef.]

Or pork. [Angus is no butcher, but he can tell some cooked dishes apart.] It may be a mix of different animals.

[justmeheere]

[Well at least we know it's not actor, which always arrives overdone.]

Isn't that a little, like. Suspicious? [The pie looks good but also.] What if it's, a. Sewer rat or something?

[mcfife]

[...]

I don't think I want to eat this anymore.

[justmeheere]

I mean it came from the creepy person in the merch booth and it's an unlabeled meat so uh. [He laughs nervously.] It could be anything really. It could, uh. It could even be people!

[Is he joking or is he serious? It's Jeremy, so it's hard to tell.]

[mcfife]

[Now he cannot stop imagining the slaughtering of those who were transformed into this pie.]

Right. So perhaps this isn't such a good idea.

[Pushes it away from either of them.]

Is there anyone here who can tell for sure? Ariel?

merchandiseeee

[bloodycape]

[Simply passing by when she hears the clatter of the knife falling. She looks at the knife on the floor and then at him with a concerned look on her face.

Carefully, she picks up the knife.]

Mister are you alright?

[mcfife]

Red, no!

[He won't slap the knife out of her hands, just have his hover over hers nervously.]

Do not let that cut you, whatever you do.

[bloodycape]

...I suddenly feel much more nervous than I did a moment before.

[JUST A FEELING. She freezes-- not dropping the knife, but not moving it either, just staring at it.]

I like to think that not cutting myself is an obvious goal I shouldn't have to even think about, so I have to ask... is there something more to this knife?

[mcfife]

Yes.

[He uses one of the domino masks he received from the booth to carefully pick up the knife by the handle.]

This here is the Knife of Evil, one of three most powerful relics from the era of gods. To think that the Phantom allowed us to have this...! No, the possible outcomes are too horrible to think about.

[bloodycape]

[Red slowly takes her hand off of it, allowing him to take it, while not taking her eyes off of it either.]

So it's some kind of magical artifact then?

[She puts her hands behind her back.]

Maybe it was lost, like my cape and Mister Phantom found it. [That said.] But... Isn't it better if we have it though? At least then we can keep an eye on it!

[mcfife]

True, though I doubt he expected that I would be the one to find it.

[He certainly does not want to keep it on him.]

I do wonder why he has it. No one had seen the Knife in my universe for centuries.

[bloodycape]

Probably not-- but it's a good thing you did. I don't think any of us would have recognized it.

[mcfife]

I will keep this in my room for now. [It's the safest place to store it. The risk of anyone accidentally cutting themselves on it terrifies him.] ...And you're free to take any of these things. I already have a lot.

[There's also another Tom Jones smiling at you.]

the best pies in the opera house

[superbeliever]

Oh, I just got one too! I was coming in here to get a knife. Great minds think alike, eh?

[Richard seems in good spirits, with a pie in hand along with a glass bottle of some kind of brown liquid.]

I think there's something gone off about this ale, though. [He sets the pie on the counter and frowns at the contents of the bottle.] Have you seen anything like this before?

[mcfife]

[KNIFE- oh right, only a regular knife. That's fine.

Angus peers at the drink.] Is that soda?

[superbeliever]

Um, no, I believe it's from the "Coca-Cola" region.

[He turns the bottle so Angus can see the label.

[mcfife]

[Even if that doesn't exist in his world, he knows what that is.]

That's the name of the drink. It's sweet carbonated water.

[superbeliever]

Is that so!

You're sure it's safe to drink?

[mcfife]

Of course!

[.......]

But not all at once.

[superbeliever]

Ah, so like a very strong alcohol, then?

[He's going to start using the knife he picked up to carve his cake to try and pry the bottle cap off of the top.

...At least he has the good sense to do it away from both of them.]

Can I interest you in sharing it with me, then?

[mcfife]

No, no, not like-

[Don't do it, Richard! Angus will try to take hold of the cap instead.]