[Rachel is holding a notepad close to her chest, looking somewhat somber. She's outside, in the ashy snow, with her dog at her side, by a tree that is half burnt and broken, twisted by the event. When she speakss, her voice is quiet.]I have heard a lot of discontent over what has happened -- and people have every right to be angry with Mister ( Read more... )

[Text Sent To Network ; Attachment: Oh Holy Night]

[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... )

[Rachel is in the kitchen, chopping up apples to put them into a pie. She has a look of great concentration on her face as she tips the apples and cinnamon and nutmeg into the pie crust, which is already at her right. When she's done filling the pie, she gently rolls out the upper crust, before Rachel does something she hasn't done since her death ( 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 the faintest tinkling of piano through the feed, forming the beginning of the finale to one of the best Broadway musicals of all time -- well, if you ask her anyway. A well-trained ear will be able to hear uneven breathing, very faintly -- but it stops, soon enough, as Rschel begins to sing.]

I'm limited...

[The quickest inhale of ( Read more... )

[Rachel is calf-deep in water, holding her puppy Evita, staring at the completely and utterly flooded theatre that she has been renovating. Some parts of it have resurfaced as the water has finally begun to recede -- the stage is visible, as is the tips of the chairs of the orchestra pit -- but there is still quite a lot of damage done by the past ( 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... )

[Rachel sounds distracted -- but her tone is sincere and quiet, at least.]

I'm -- really sorry for how I acted this week. It seems, for a brief moment, that I entirely forgot where I came from and --

[There's the tiniest hitch of breath before Rachel clears her throat, steeling her nerves.]While apologies will not take back what was said and done ( Read more... )

[Rachel is seated on her bed, legs crossed, a notepad in front of her, a pen between her teeth. For a moment, she appears to not know the PCD is recording -- but then she looks up, checking something off on the paper on her lap.]I have a few items to address, so if everyone would kindly listen, I would very much appreciate it ( Read more... )