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[It's snowing. And Rachel is outside, clad in a green dress, with a red long jacket over it, complete with a green beret, readying a microphone outside of the theatre. It appears she's connected it to a speaker, which is connected to the sound system inside the theatre -- and the PCD is position ( Read more... )

[Rachel is lying on her bed, one hand hanging off of the edge to rest on the head of her dog, staring at the ceiling with half-closed eyes. She's wearing shorts, and a tee-shirt, and worn sneakers -- she looks as if she might've just gone running. On top of that, Rachel looks exhausted, and her breathing is slow and even, as if she's drifting off ( Read more... )

To anyone that has ever died --

[It's quiet, and Rachel pauses, noticeably.]

-- is there a way of getting what you lost back?

[She's died. She's terrified of wandering Adstringendum alone and can't work up the nerve to go to her theatre after what happened there. She has yet to figure out what her death price is. Anna is gone from Adstringendum. And Rachel, who spends every waking moment of her time singing whenever things gets too much, isn't allowed to singLuckily, she ( Read more... )

Les Miserables, written by Victor Hugo. It was originally published in French, in the year 1862. It captures the spirit of the French people, in the way that only Victor Hugo could manage. Some parts of the novel are long and tedious, but the strength and charisma of the characters shine through even through the darkest times ( Read more... )

[Rachel is at a booth -- specifically, a game of skee ball. The wooden ball is clutched in her hands and she looks woefully unsure of herself. However, the individual running the stand encourages her to take a shot, and so Rachel does, the ball racing along the wooden track to sink neatly into the outmost ring, earning Rachel a tiny beaded bracelet ( Read more... )

[There is a tinkling of piano -- a few stray notes -- a few casual scales -- before Rachel tries to sing softly to herself. It's obvious that she's crying. Her breath keeps hitching as she tries to hold back sobs, but Rachel, being Rachel, tries anyway.

The opening chords should be pretty familiar to anyone who has any taste in theatre who knows ( Read more... )

[There's a long silence -- but there's the sound of breathing, so the feed is definitely on -- and it sounds as if Rachel is debating whether or not to say anything at all, judging from the soft humming coming from the voice feed.

She's thinking.

But, ultimately, she speaks softly, with some trepidation, plenty of concern, and a lot of sadness.] ( Read more... )

[There's the quiet sounds of piano seeping through the network, along with the softest singing:]

525,600 minutes... 525,000 moments so dear... 525,600 minutes... how do you measure, measure a year... in daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, and cups of coffee -- in inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife... in 525,600 minutes -- how do you measure ( Read more... )

[Rachel is sitting on her bed, staring almost blankly at the mirror she managed to find and fix up the best she could. Her posture is perfect, her breathing even, but to those that are paying attention very carefully, Rachel's hands are shaking.

Suddenly -- she's on her feet -- and the PCD is in her hands -- ]You can't help me organize anything ( Read more... )