Week One

[stagemanagers]

[Yesterday, everyone woke up in a strange place and realized that they'd been kidnapped, and also that everyone else around them may or may not be kinnies? Wow, what a weird escalation of kin drama! Given what some people have seen of Spongebob's freaky arm thing, though, maybe it's not that at all?

Your Assistant Director, Hester, showed off her stuff and immediately had her life threatened by Lumpy Space Princess, who got her life threatened right back. Maybe you should keep that in mind if you decide to pay Hester any more visits! She won't be making another public appearance this week, but as promised, she'll be available for visits and consultation in the Principal's Office during business hours.

If you don't want to chat with Hester, there's always the school to explore! Some of you might also be receiving mysterious coins next to your bedside this week - those must be useful for something, right? There's lots to do, and you all seem like a group who can make your own fun, so enjoy your first week of school!]


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(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with Hester. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

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Investigation!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's been... almost a week, give or take, if Cassandra's count of the nights here was accurate. Most of her time in this school has been spent busily trying to get out of it; long afternoons looking for cracks in the walls, signs of secret exits they could slip through... At least Cassandra's stopped trying to bust the doors down. It's been three days since the last attempt!

As morning rolls around, Cassandra's quiet as she makes her way out of her dorm. Her destination? The kitchen, to hopefully scrounge up something for breakfast. Cooking wasn't her jurisdiction back in the castle and it isn't her forte here. But! She can throw together a mean sandwich! And as she's cleaning up... this is all pretty familiar to her. Similar, mindless motions she was used to.

Soon enough, she's... singing to herself.]

It's almost been a week now, so far we're holding steady.
But there's no sign of rescue, so let's not throw confetti.
Nonetheless, I hope the group has got this.
We've got this.
No prob.

[Around midday, Cassandra ventures over to a place she's only briefly investigated in the past: the concessions stand. Formerly shuttered by a metal curtain, it sat as a confusing, if not terribly intriguing part of the school. But that was almost a week ago, and there's no sign of escape yet... So, it couldn't hurt to go over the interior for any small things that could've been missed.

...Come to think of it, those coins in her pockets have to be for something. Maybe if she works out how to use them, something interesting will happen!

Sufficed to say, it does. And Cassandra is left to stare at her gains - like the golden chestplate that glints in the light... and that wig...]

Oh, come on.

[And later still, Cassandra has returned to Longacre's dorm where she sits on her bed, the bottom bunk, and fiddles with the faintly glowing glass container she was given. She's carefully inspecting the rose... at least until she gets to the underside of the container and finds yet another switch.

Click. The glow disappears. Click. It returns.

Huh.]

Kitchen

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's been feeling restless. She's not as prone to investigating and snooping around as her sister, so in the days since their arrival, she's been sort of.... drifting, back and forth through the rooms and talking with the others. This isn't the worst way for their situation to play out, and she's thankful for that, but still. She hopes this will all be over soon.

But for now, they have to deal with it. And part of that is trying to adapt to the new day by day life; like lunch, for example. Elsa's stomach had been grumbling, and she'd been considering looking for something in that strange cold box, but she pauses, a little outside the kitchen, when she hears singing. She waits, taking the words and the melody in, and when they finally taper off, she pokes her head in.]

Oh! Cassandra, that was you? [She looks a little guilty for having more or less spied on the other woman, but there's still a smile on her face as she steps into the room.] You have a lovely singing voice.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The everyday adaption to their lives here wasn't easy. In fact, parts of it had been quite tumultuous; after all, what was a woman to do when she'd never seen a food storage that kept things so cold? Or a "gas-powered stove"? Hot running water??? Cassandra was almost, almost happy about the level of ease at which she could accomplish things. Didn't make up for being trapped here, though.

But her almost-solitude couldn't last. As the melody in her chest fades away, Cassandra's left to listen to the sounds of the kitchen, but that's not all.]

Oh! Your highness. [She turns halfway, a crack in her voice punctuates "highness". In one hand is a bread knife, dirty from the massacre she's committing on this sandwich.] You... heard that, huh?

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa huffs.]

None of that "your highness" here, please. We're not anywhere near Arendelle or Corona. [Probably???] We're all stuck in the same situation, so you don't need to worry about titles.

[Besides, it makes Elsa seem so... separate from everyone else. It's something that's been bothering her lately. It's gotten a lot better since her coronation, but every once in a while that feeling of I don't belong here really hits her hard.]

And... yes, I did. I hope that was okay.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

You're sure?

[In some regard, at least in Cassandra's opinion, Elsa was separate from the others. It's the rules of the trade. Conduct she's followed all her life, little things that are occasionally pulled back to the surface when she needs to be on her best behavior.

But Rapunzel never followed the rules, and it seems that Elsa wasn't either. So, if she wanted it that way...]

Oh, it's okay. [She nods with a shrug.] It's just... something I do sometimes. Not all the time. Sometimes when I'm working.

...Did you want anything, uh, Elsa?

[defyingfrigidity]

[There were many reasons why Elsa considered herself to be separate from other people, but her status isn't one of them. She liked being with her people; maybe not to the same level that Anna does, but it's... nice. Being out there, and not cooped up and watching them from afar.

Here, especially, it gives her a chance she's never had before. A chance to be Elsa. Not the crown princess, not the queen. Just Elsa.]

Oh, right! [Um. Right. She came in for something to eat. But with someone else here...] Do you... need any help?

[She laughs.]

I admit, I'm a bit useless in moments like these, but if we're all going to be stuck here for the near future... I figured I should learn how to make my way around the kitchen.

concessions interior

[stagemanagers]

[Okay! Where exactly are you looking?]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Might as well start with the obvious: shelves. What kinds of storage are we looking at in here?]

[stagemanagers]

[It's just some simple wooden shelves, with little wire baskets to hold stuff! There's no real mechanism to lock them up, which is probably why the entire booth can lock when it's not in use. Can't have them kids emptying the place, right?]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[That's true enough! Wouldn't want students emptying the place out on a whim. Too bad none of them are students.

We've got bottles in here, then? Treats? How about what's actually on the shelves, and not stored in that weird, coin-operated machine?]

[stagemanagers]

[This stuff is generally better than what you can get in the vending machine, honestly! The vending machine trends more towards chips, trail mix, that sort of thing - but there's full-size candy bars in here! Score!

There's also bottled waters and soda, which can also be obtained from the cafeteria and thus aren't quite as exciting. There's even a little water heater back here, with some teabags and instant hot chocolate packets.]

Kitchen

[samefacesyndrome]

[ Oh someone else already in the kitchen this morning. And singing!

She pokes her head in but waits until the song is finished before saying anything. ]

Your voice is pretty.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Who? Me?

[dfsfdgghjhjkh She's not used to positive compliments like that. It's... been a while, and you're all so nice.

She sets her knife down, wiping her hands on a bunched up cloth.]

It's really not the thing I'm best at. I just... sing sometimes.

[You know, like you do.]

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She steps into the kitchen properly now. ]

It seems a lot of people here like to do that. Sing, I mean.

[ IS THAT THE COMMON DENOMINATOR... SPINNING THINKING EMOJI. ]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Did they stumble upon a potential clue?

HMMMMMMMMMMM

Nah, probably not.]

You think so? I haven't actually seen many people sing... besides that woman, Hester. [But maybe she's not so perceptive.] I guess if you don't have much else to do... Besides singing and making sandwiches.

kitchen

[fourbutts]

[ The reply comes in spoken, but. ]

I mean... I sure hope so.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Why are all of you listening in on herrrrr]

I'm just... [SIGH] Trying to be hopeful.

...You want a sandwich?

[fourbutts]

[ because where tangled songs are being filked, apparently there i shall be ]

I mean hey, maybe it'll be like a regular high school and everyone will just... settle into cliques and chill.

[ She is also trying to be hopeful, and is also perhaps less than built for it. ]

I mean, I'm not gonna say no.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's your calling, clearly.]

...You know, there's a few things about this whole situation I don't understand. Like, uh, most of what you just said.

[She stars grabbing ingredients off the shelves. Let's start with... the bread.]

I'm not exactly the best chef in Corona, but I can make some food.

[fourbutts]

I do like food.

[ She just sort of. Lifts herself up to sit on a counter. ]

I can explain some of it, if there's anything you're totally lost on.

Kitchen

[tellthestory]

We can be
What we choose
We'll just chill out here and not murder

[What, sorry, is this not a time for all of us to be singing our themes simultaneously? That's a Sondheim sort of thing to do. Anyway, the Balladeer is also here for food, and he chimes in sort of off-handedly on his way to the fridge, as if that's just a normal thing to be doing.]

sorry for the wait

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassandra pauses. She spares a glance back at the Balladeer, watching him as he ventures to the fridge.]

That's what I'm hoping for.

[Shnk! She plants the knife she'd been using into the wooden cutting board, and gathers her sandwich in her hands.]

If we're lucky, the worst thing that happens around here is... [She shrugs.] I can't even think of anything.

np!

[tellthestory]

People arguing?

[Terrifying knife thing, cool, but the Balladeer turns his attention from it after a moment to grab an apple from the fridge.]

Discord and Salieri, probably.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Exactly.

[Hmmm, apples. Man, she misses her sword.]

You think they don't get along? Granted, I haven't seen anyone getting along with Discord... What kind of a name is that, anyway? It has to be a nickname.

[tellthestory]

Oh, yeah, they're always going at each other.

[He rooms with them both, he sees this.]

An illustrative one? He's a very direct character, I guess.