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! ))

Comments

[comeandfindme]

[ This conversation feels uncomfortable. It feels voyeuristic. It feels like she's going behind his back, hiding something, like— ]

...Sounds cruel. Like...if there're actual gods...just letting you guys suffer.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus cocks his head to the side slightly and thinks about that for a moment, going quiet for a moment before responding. ]

There's a lot of problems that the gods could fix, if they wanted to. Or if they knew about them, or if they weren't too busy with their own issues. But they're like anyone with a lot of power, aren't they? They only see the big picture. So they solve the big problems that are right in front of them, like running the Underworld, or the seas, or the sky, and everything else sort of... gets ignored, unless enough people raise their voices. I don't think it's cruelty. But it isn't fair, either.

[comeandfindme]

Ignorance is no excuse. Not knowing about something that's a problem, when you should know it's a problem... It's just as bad as turning a blind eye.

[themuseabandonsyou]

It's not an excuse, no.

[ Orpheus is in full agreement, though he seems more melancholy about it than angry. ]

Um, Mister Hermes, the god I know best out of all of them - he works really hard to look after everyone under his protection. They tend to be the ones who need it the most? Thieves and travelers. But there are a lot of both those things these days, and there's only one of him, and he can't be everywhere, so. People slip through the cracks. He claims he's not a kind god, but I think it gets to him, not being able to do more.

[ There've been a lot of nights where he's found his uncle up late drinking at the bar, looking weary and indescribably ancient. ]

I like to think the other gods are working just as hard for us. But it's... um. [ He looks away, unable to finish the thought. They probably aren't, is the thing, but he doesn't want to admit that out loud. ]

[comeandfindme]

...But more often than not you gotta do it alone. You gotta...rely on yourself. Even with gods.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus gives her a slightly odd look, at that, expression going slightly distant as he thinks of Eurydice, sitting at one of the tables in the bar with her votive candle, the first time he saw her.

People turn on you just like the wind
Everybody is a fair weather friend
In the end, you're better off alone
Any way the wind blows

But he shakes it off and brings himself back to the present, giving Peregrine a sad smile. ]

It's not an easy world. Even with gods looking out for us. But we have each other, at least? We look out for one another.

[comeandfindme]

[ It's Peregrine's turn to give him a strange look. She hesitates, and she shrugs lightly. ]

Ideally. I guess.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Ideally. [ Orpheus concedes. ] Not always. But when we do, it can make all the difference in the world.

[comeandfindme]

[ Does Peregrine believe that? Or is she just too tired to argue?

She shrugs. ]

Anyway… I’ve got more stuff to look over. Just holler if you need me, I guess.