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.]

Comments

[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.

[37773972]

[how about not!!!!]

Out of all the shit we've gotten, you're worried about a knife that probably has fake blood on it?

[garbageface]

Doesn't look fake to me. And yeah, I'm a lot more worried about the actual knife than the deranged theater kid who claims to have magic powers and pictures of people we don't like.

[37773972]

[almost opens mouth to say 'and you'd recognize blood'

remembers this is a teenager girl

closes mouth

opens mouth again, grits teeth, reaches up to rub face]

I don't. Know. Whose. It. Is. Now will you please get out?

[garbageface]

Ugh, I was just leaving.

[ Santana points two fingers at her eyes, and then at Stephen. She’s watching you.

Then she flips her ponytail (classy as always, cheerleader) and leaves. ]

[revelfree]

[Meanwhile, in the background, hushed as can be:] Santana, he is alive, we should just move on.

[garbageface]

[ santana makes an attempt to whisper, but really, she's just hissing. ]

Yeah, but he's messing with me, and that's not allowed.

[ remember when you called her santana-i-do-not-want-to-mess-with? this is why. ]

[revelfree]

None of us are in the right frame of mind right now. Leave him be for now, and settle your differences when your heads are clearer and there is not a knife in your hand.

[garbageface]

[ After this comment, Santana turns back to Ariel on her way out the door.

Settle their differences? Sounds like a load of crap to one Santana Lopez. ]

Ew, why be so nice to him? What, is he like your boyfriend or something?

[ Santana, of course, has no idea what Ariel and Stephen’s relationship is actually like. She’s just being a 2010-flavor pain in the ass. ]

[revelfree]

[Ariel startles at her words. He glances briefly between her and Stephen, before ushering her out of the door and closing it behind them.

He'll just avoid the question. It's fine.]

Do you not think it would be more beneficial to find allies here instead of enemies?

[garbageface]

[ Santana just stares back. On some level, the question does not compute. Allies? What? ]

That’s what I’m doing. I’m making sure everyone’s alive, and you’re helping.

[ see! allies! ]

[revelfree]

That isn't what I meant! [But, he doesn't have the energy to argue with her so.... off they go?]