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

[isawallflower]

[ He'll have to have his attention on Riley, because she sure is going for that hug. Gently, of course, but she's been holding herself back. She more holds onto his good arm than anything, still worried about his limp wing, still terrified for Stephen. ]

I was so, so scared...! [ She'll get the ointment on in a minute. She will, she just- she needs a second. ]

[heathencall]

[Mephisto can't resist Riley, even when he tries. And the last thing he wants to do is resist her. The more time passes between the explosion, the less strength his body seems to have. Already, he's leaning a little more heavily into the hug than perhaps he should.

But he's also happy to provide as much of a buffer for Riley from anything else as he can, even if it isn't much.]

I'm sorry. We should have -- [But they've said all of this before.] I'm sorry, Riley.

[isawallflower]

[ She can feel his weight shifting to her, and really she should do something about this before too long. Get him somewhere he can rest. But she just...needs a moment. ]

...I know you just want to find a way out but, it- ...it wouldn't be any good, if either of you weren't... [ Slow, slow breaths. She casts a glance at his poor wing. Next step, ointment, whatever bandaging she can actually do on a wing, that's going to be trial and error. ] Let's just. Get you somewhere you can rest. Okay?

[heathencall]

I know. [It was a bad decision, and he's going to have words for Stephen as soon as they're both able to take such a serious discussion.] I'm here. It will not happen again.

[He eases off of Riley, swaying on his feet briefly before catching and stabilizing himself. His face tightens briefly, a small shudder rocking through him.]

If I sit anywhere, I won't be getting up. [A beat.] I should be able to make it down the stairs.

[isawallflower]

Then I'd better get your wing finished up and get you downstairs. To bed.

[ Now she's the one scolding him, huh? Riley won't step away until she's sure he won't fall over, but it's time for ointment and bandages. Or... ]

...Maybe this should be...something done there to begin with. But... [ She glances to Stephen and Santana. She doesn't particularly want to leave, if he's still getting bandaged up. ]

[heathencall]

[He follows her gaze for a moment, then looks back at her. He motions with his head toward the door.]

If you don't mind, I would rather be as comfortable as possible for this.

[It won't be the worst pain he's experienced today, but by this point, he's weak enough that he's not sure he can get through another round and remain on his feet.]

[isawallflower]

[ Riley casts Stephen one more glance, but. She trusts Santana. What matters right now is getting Mephisto to rest. ]

...Okay. Okay, you're right. Just... [ She raises her voice, just a little. ] Santana? I'm gonna. I'm gonna take him to lay down, to...get him bandaged up. Okay?

[ ...She doesn't want to leave her alone, neither of them should. Really be doing this. But. ]