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week 5
[That was...an absolute shitshow. More beloved friends are dead in a mess of a trial that's left Angus half the man he was, Riley in a free fall and the Phantom...somehow still standing despite taking two stabs to the torso.
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 door blocking the stairwell on the second floor has been unsealed. You can now venture up to the third floor! You have so much space now, it's just a shame it's all come at the cost of eight lives.
But despite the tragedy you have made progress! The trip into the Phantom's lair yielded some hints to the past of the Opera House, your house manager's apparently grim hobby and the possibility of an ally outside the Opera House. Who knows what this week will bring?]
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
(( Welcome to Week 5! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! You can also still contact the Phantom. ))
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 door blocking the stairwell on the second floor has been unsealed. You can now venture up to the third floor! You have so much space now, it's just a shame it's all come at the cost of eight lives.
But despite the tragedy you have made progress! The trip into the Phantom's lair yielded some hints to the past of the Opera House, your house manager's apparently grim hobby and the possibility of an ally outside the Opera House. Who knows what this week will bring?]
(( Welcome to Week 5! Please remember to submit your AC and your memory regains, as well as your coins! You can also still contact the Phantom. ))
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...I was a little more focused on figuring out what was going on than trying to remember. I figured- once I got my feet under me, then I could worry more about what I'd missed. But maybe I should have started with that.
[But he has no idea where to start.]
I don't know, Christine. Like I said, it's complicated. Changing-the-future-complicated.
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[She might be smart for a high school student, but that's really all she is. She hugs her knees to her chest.]
I guess... all we can do is make sure our feet are under us. So we can keep moving forward.
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[She smiles back at him for a moment, but she feels a bit unsure. Stephen told her a lot that was probably hard to admit to, and here she's been keeping information to herself that he probably was curious about.]
Hey... since you were helping me and Jeremy, um. Do you need to hear more about the SQUIPs? I remembered... what Jeremy was talking about at the trial.
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And how much power Jeremy's had over the rest of us? Which was a lot.
[She threads her fingers together and stares at them as she opens and closes them, trying her very best not to just blurt out absolutely everything.]
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[And he kind of taps her shoulder to get her attention more on him for a moment]
I don't want you talking about it if it's going to make you too uncomfortable. Only share what you want to. Okay?
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[It's sort of related to the mess with Jeremy, so she thinks if she at least talks through this, maybe she can find a solution to bridge the gap between them there.]
Jeremy had come to me before our school play's performance, to try to give me a SQUIP. I already knew about them, and I kind of freaked out, I guess? And I told him no. As much as I could before I had to get on stage.
But I didn't know he'd already filled a prop beaker with them before. So I got one on stage. Like my pamphlet said, it looked like Ruth Bader Ginsburg, and I know that sounds ridiculous and funny but you have to stick with me here when I say it was honestly terrifying? Especially because it kept insisting the best way for everyone to be happy was for me to confess how I felt to Jeremy.
Or... I think it's how I felt? It gave me the words, though, and they feel like what I wanted to say, but also not. And it's not like I could say or do anything differently, I just...
[Her stomach rebels again, but she swallows hard and exhales.]
I just had to make Jeremy happy. That was the only thing that seemed to matter to me.
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Lord.
[It's an exhaled breath, before something else occurs to him;]
You said you were talking to- a moment ago-
[WEE WOO WEE WOO]
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She hisses out a breath, and nods slowly.]
She's here again. I don't know why. I promise I didn't drink anything that would have had Mountain Dew in it. And she's just... talking now? But it's making my head hurt.
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But they know what to do this time.]
Then we need to find you some Red as soon as possible. I'm not sure I have any wine, but if it becomes too much- come find me, all right? I'll ask the others if they got some.
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[She hugs herself, but then inhales sharply, and puts her hands down.]
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[Maybe she shouldn't have dumped that tea she had spiked for him before.]
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[She's not about to make Stephen suffer for her well being.]
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[Fun thing about truth compulsion is it means Christine's ability to ramble has been increased tenfold.]
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[wait]
He learned the pinky from you?...somehow, I'm not surprised.
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[She blinks at the question, but then dissolves into soft laughter.]
Has he been using that on you too? That was one of the last times we talked when he was still Ariel... When he showed me his wings. He told me he was going to work to get us all out of here, and I made him do a pinky promise. He really caught onto it for whatever reason... But at least that means if he promises something like that, I think he means it.
He'd be sullying his good princess' name if he didn't!
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The pinky thing was...outside of the deal. Sort of.
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[Her hands are in front of her wide grin. Congratulations, Stephen, you've cheered up the daughter.]
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[Is he a little red? He's a little red. DID THAT ALREADY, ANGUS CAN- oh.]
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