week 4

[stagemanagers]

[Another week, and two more dead. King Richard and Red are both gone, and once again, it was through nothing more than an accident in the heat of the moment. Maybe if you all stay calm and collected, nothing bad will happen again?

Well, maybe not.

When you wake on Sunday, you'll find that you've recovered another one of those memories - or had another dream, if you still wanna be in denial about it. The grounds remain as they are, but this time, the door blocking the stairwell has been unsealed. You can now venture up to the second floor! This is the second time that's happened; it's almost as if you get more space every time someone dies. Or maybe the whole place just seems quieter.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday


(( Welcome to Week 4! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! You can also still contact the Phantom. ))

Comments

graveyard

[isawallflower]

[ Oh. This seems a little personal. Maybe Riley should just leave?

Then she steps on a stick, because life sucks like that. ]

[recessives]

[ ! ]

Oh! Uh... hi?

[isawallflower]

Iiii was just leaving! Sorry.

[recessives]

I mean... you don't have to? If you don't want to. I was just... thinking out loud.

[isawallflower]

It just felt kind of, uh. Personal? Like an invasion of privacy?

[recessives]

Oh.

[ Huh. ]

You know, that's not really something I've ever had to worry too much about.

[isawallflower]

...Hold on. When you say...you haven't been outside, does that mean... Does your dad let people come visit you, or...?

[recessives]

[ She shakes her head. ]

No, I've... never really had any friends or anything like that before.

[isawallflower]

Not even...like, internet friends?

[recessives]

Not... even the internet at all, really.

[ Who does she look like, Rose Lalonde? ]

[isawallflower]

[ ....... ]

Gee, that's... Nothing? Not even Club Penguin?

[recessives]

... Club Penguin?

[ that's gonna be a no. ]

[isawallflower]

[ ...Please let Club Penguin survive Shilo's horrible genetic apocalypse. ]

Ooookay, really no internet, then. It's, uh. If we had WiFi I could show you, it's like a...hang-out spot, sort of, online.

[recessives]

[ wheres the repo sequel about how the furries kept their subculture alive??? ]

Where do the penguins come in?

[isawallflower]

Well. Everyone's avatars, they're all little penguins...

[ Riley. Considers for a moment- ]

This isn't really important, though, we don't- you know, it's not. You know.

[recessives]

Right It's not like we're going to find... club penguin here.

[ Cut to days from now when nana and christine go into the phantom's mind palace i guess ]

[isawallflower]

[ APPARENTLY ]

I, um. Are. Are you...okay?

[recessives]

I... I don't know?

[ She frowns. ]

What... do you think the weird dreams are?

[isawallflower]

[ Instantly, previous personal tone gone: ] Dreams. Just dreams.

[recessives]

[ She frowns. ]

It's just... I had one that explained where the dress I showed up in came from. But... the rest of it made no sense.

[isawallflower]

Your mind was probably just trying to rationalize it. It's a dream.

[ ...Last week she was at least letting other people say they were dreams... ]

[recessives]

Maybe.

[ She sighs. It would be a lot less confusing if it was just a dream, and yet... ]

Well, if it's just a dream, then... I'm doing fine.

[isawallflower]

[ ...... ]

If it's...not a dream?

[recessives]

Then... I have no idea what's going on in my life?

[ Someone tell me what is going on!! (TELL HER! TELL HER!) ]

I was at the Genetic Opera, and Rotti Largo said he would cure me if I helped him catch someone called the Repo Man? He... knew my mom, somehow, back before I was born?

[isawallflower]

I think... I'm going to really, really regret asking this in a minute. But what's...a Repo Man?