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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[prophetpriestandking]

The other other part.

[tellthestory]

[He visibly goes over absolutely everything he said again.]

.......you look like a human?

[prophetpriestandking]

That's the one.

[Aha.]

How do I look like a human?

[tellthestory]

...ah, well.

[I mean. He didn't even know this was news to you.]

You just...look like a human, to me. White, dark hair...huge blue eyes. School uniform. I didn't realize you didn't see it that way.

[prophetpriestandking]

Well, penguins usually have white and dark feathers and, I - I don't know if I'd call my eyes huge, but... [Pause.] School uniform?

[tellthestory]

Like I'm wearing.

[He gestures down at himself.]

And - yeah, but I'm not seeing any feathers or anything.

[prophetpriestandking]

[Mumble raises an eyebrow.]

...Do you have anything shiny?

[Maybe it’s time to rip the bandaid.]

[tellthestory]

...on me?

[Let him pat down his pockets for a sec.]

This guitar pick's kinda shiny. [It's gold!] Found it in the band room. Why do you ask?

[prophetpriestandking]

Uh, just...pass it over here a second. Or - or hold it up.

[Deep breath.]

I just need to take a look.

[tellthestory]

Oh - there's mirrors in the bathrooms.

[But he'll pass it over anyway!]

1/

[prophetpriestandking]

The what?

[Eh, it doesn't matter. He takes the pick. In hands, even. That's a first.]

Okay. Here goes.

[Big inhale. He looks at his reflection in that tiny tiny surface area.]

2/2

[prophetpriestandking]

[And what he sees is...horrifying.]

-AH!

[He drops the pick in shock. Honestly, he's shocked he could even pick it up with those...flipper. Things.]

Do I - Do I look like that?!

[He already knows the answer to this, but he's going to hope.]

[tellthestory]

...judging by that reaction, yes.

[He's not...really sure what he should say to this.]

I'm pretty sure you aren't the only one. Who used to look different.

[prophetpriestandking]

That's -

[Good????]

Uh - how am I supposed to take this?

[tellthestory]

Any way you want, I guess. I won't be offended.

[If, you know, you're trying to withhold your horror.]

[prophetpriestandking]

Okay.

[Deep breath.]

Do you mind if I - can I go scream over there, for a second?

[tellthestory]

Go for it.

[prophetpriestandking]

Thanks.

[He gives a hurried nod, and then walks off to face one of the walls of the freezer. Here, he pushes Elijah Woods' vocal chords to the absolute limit in one, loud, continuous shriek.

Then, it suddenly cuts out. He clears his throat, and re-joins The Balladeer.]

Alright. Got it all out of my system.

[tellthestory]

...good. Cool.

[Ha, lol, pun.]

Is that freezer like, home for you?

[prophetpriestandking]

A...little? Kinda feels like it. Cold, and all.

When I was a chick I liked to go off and hide in the cracks of the ice. Same kind of thing, I guess.

[tellthestory]

That's...nice, I guess. I'm sorry you have to deal with all this, that's even worse than it is for everyone else.

[prophetpriestandking]

Thanks, but - it's okay. It's not like it's your fault. [He looks at his hands. Oh God, these are his hands.] How did they -[He gestures to his entire body. Up and down.] - how did this happen?

[tellthestory]

I don't know. I mean...maybe it’s about being here?

[In other words: adaptational differences?]

[prophetpriestandking]

What do you mean?

[tellthestory]

Well...

[How to put this?]

Maybe this world just expects everyone to be human. So, when you show up here, it...makes you human?