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

[garbageface]

[ At Ariel's very helpful suggestion, Santana is checking to make sure no one's been murdered with the bloody knife she got from the merchandise booth this morning.

What this means, practically speaking, is that she is barging into each dressing room, one by one, thrusting a bloody knife in the nearest person's general direction and demanding: ]

Hey asshole, are you dead?

[ Ariel, unfortunately, has also been dragged into this mess, and you might find him just behind Santana, presumably making sure nothing goes too far south. Don't confuse this with Santana actually caring about your lives, fellow inmates. She's just trying to soothe her own rapidly escalating paranoia. ]

[musacal]

[ Nana was getting ready for bed/winding down for the evening, but jumps with a start when Santana. Other than that initial reaction though she’s just looking kind of bewildered. ]

...Noooooooooooooooo?

[ ... ]

...Wait, is that blood?

[garbageface]

Yeah, duh. I'm trying to figure out whose it is. Obviously not your blood. [ santana wrinkles her nose. ] You look like you've got plenty of it.

[musacal]

Y...W-Wait, did you just find that then?!

Where?!

[ WHO’S DEAD D: ]

[garbageface]

I put a coin in the merch thing, it gave me this.

[ santana eyes the knife warily. ]

I, personally, think there's a body in the booth. So I'm checking to see if anyone's been, you know, murdered.

[revelfree]

It's a theory, that's all. Please, Nana, you don't need to worry.

[About the body. Maybe about Santana........]

Maybe it isn't wise to brandish that about?

[isawallflower]

[ Oh my god PRIVACY???

Riley's just sitting at her dressing room desk, writing something, and the door slamming open causes her to jump and shriek and turn and- ]

Oh my god whose blood is that?!

[ WELL, SHE'S ALIVE! ]

[garbageface]

Hey, don't yell at me, miss squeamish!

[ Santana, unfortunately, also shouts this. She's very much on edge. She's also still brandishing the knife. ]

I don't know! That's what I'm trying to figure out!

[isawallflower]

OF COURSE I'D BE SQUEAMISH YOU'RE POINTING A BLOOD-COVERED KNIFE AT ME!!

[ We are just yelling now! ]

[garbageface]

[ santana throws her hands up in exasperation, now pointing the bloody knife at the ceiling. ]

Yeah, well where the hell am I supposed to put it, huh? What, you think I should just stick it down my boob?

[isawallflower]

NO- no, just not in my face, you're gonna give me a heart attack!

[ The knife not being right at her, though, that's an improvement! ]

[37773972]

[As Santana barges in to his room, she'll find Stephen laying on his bed, back to the door. He doesn't raise his head to look, he doesn't get up, all he does is say is one thing;]

Get. Out.

[We're sorry, the Doctor is having a bad day, please leave a message that does not involve a knife.]

cw language

[garbageface]

Oh, no no no, you do not tell me to "get out," I am Santana Diabla Lopez from Lima Heights Adjacent and I have been a nationally ranked cheerleader for two years and I am being held captive by some slutty theater kid in a Phantom of the Opera mask and you are not fucking with me, you understand?

[ Santana crosses the dressing room to Stephen's bed, and by the time she's done with her rant, she's standing over him, holding the knife. ]

Whose. Blood. Is. This.

[37773972]

[Stephen honestly does not give a flying fuck about who you are, child. He is currently a glass in red wine, considering more, and now he is being- threatened?- by a cheerleader. Now he raises his head enough to look at the night, have enough presence of mind to be startled, and then look up at her with narrowed eyes]

How the hell should I know? Do you normally stick knives in people's faces?!

[garbageface]

No, normally I go to school, go to cheer practice, go home, watch an unhealthy amount of Rizzoli and Isles and try not to think about my dumpster fire of a love life, and then go to bed. None of this is normal.

[ santana narrows her eyes right back at stephen. screw you, old man. ]

And, I dunno, the fact that you're the only person who isn't all weirded out by the bloody knife vending machine we've got here strikes me as a little suspicious.

[redjoker]

[As both their luck would have it, Jonny is just opening his door to leave when Santana barges in. He takes an instinctual step back just in time to avoid an unfortunate rendition of the classic "Ode to an Accidental Stabbing".]

No thanks to you I'm not! What the hell, Santana?

[garbageface]

[ Santana jumps back too, throwing her hands up in front of her body defensively. This is way too close for comfort. ]

Ugh, back up and fix your mascara!

[ Breathe, Santana. ]

Merch booth gave me this. [ she holds up the knife. ] Which makes it look like someone was just murdered, so I'm checking to make sure all of you nerds are still alive.

[bloodycape]

[Well Red had been sleeping. Now, however, she's staring into the face of a bloody knife.]

N-no! And I'd rather not be, if that's a question.

[She scoots off the edge of the bed and looks between Santana and the door, sizing up her chances, if she needs to run.]

[garbageface]

Well look alive, sweetheart. Now's not the time for napping.

[ someone could stab you, for example. ]

Chill out, I'm not gonna kill you.

[bloodycape]

[So she is learning.]

I feel much better knowing that.

[...]

But... then why do you have a knife?

[garbageface]

I got it from that weird merchandise booth. Looks like it was used for murder, so I'm being useful and trying to make sure there's no murder going down.

[superbeliever]

[Richard lets out a scream when his door slams open and a teenage girl thrusts a knife in his face.]

You scared me half to it! But no, I'm quite alive, thank you. And what have you got that...bloody thing for?

[garbageface]

Okay, woah there old man, that was uncalled for!

[ Only Santana is allowed to be paranoid, hysterical, or scream, gosh! ]

Trust me, I didn't choose this. It popped out of the merchandise booth.

[superbeliever]

I am not old.

And you should put that away before someone gets hurt. Or... someone else, apparently. [He points at the blood on the knife.] You wouldn't happen to know if that's human or animal, would you?

[garbageface]

You're right. You're ancient.

[ Santana looks at the knife. ]

I mean, I dunno for sure, but probably human? There aren't any animals here.

[ Except the horf, but Santana doesn't know that yet! ]