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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[alchemistake]

[Well. Yesterday happened. There was a lot to process, and due to that Varian didn't sleep much at all, and that was only partly due to how high his bed is. It's fine. Who needs sleep when there's work to be done? Because Varian has already resolved to do something, so as soon as it's late enough for everyont to do so, Varian rifles through the desk to grab some paper and a pencil and will be out for most of the morning.

So where is he? He can be found in various locations, starting with the Lobby at the front doors. He's sitting on the ground in front of them, using a measuring tape he pilfered from the costume room to measure the dimensions of the door, and various other things...taking as much information down as he can while he's still here.

Later, he'll go to the Scene Shop, absolutely full of various supplies he could use if he can come up with a rough idea of some schematics for them. Actually what he'd be making is a different story entirely, but that's why he's spending today doing some recon for that very purpose. The power tools in particular he's noting the location of, though there's no reason to take any of them just now. If he needs to build something, it makes more sense to take the project here instead of elsewhere anyway. He's...also examining the mechanical lift in very close detail, circling it, crouching beside it, mumbling things and writing them down. Either he's never seen one, or he's planning on seeing if he can take it apart for spare parts for his own use at some point. You know, normal teenage stuff.

Later in the evening he retreats to Broadhurst, but the door is left ajar so anyone can just wander by if they're curious. Varian's taking advantage of his precarious position at the top bunk, using some tacks from the Costume Room to pin up a whole host of elaborate sketches he's already put together on several different sheets of paper on the walls up against his bed, even a few on the ceiling if he can reach it, all of them fitting together to make up...well, it's hard to tell. It looks like it's still in early stages, mostly Varian throwing anything at the wall and seeing what sticks.]

scene shop

[voicerights]

You already have a plan of action.

[It isn't a question - nor a greeting. But yeah, the SQUIP is there, possibly having been there for a few minutes watching Varian do his investigation of the lift.

'sup, kiddo wanna buy some tic tacs]

[alchemistake]

[Only if they're the orange flavored kind-

Varian stands upright when he notices that he's being observed, brushing some eraser shavings off the paper he'd been writing on in the same motion. Had Varian even noticed anyone else was here until now? Probably not.]

More or less. Less an actual plan, and more...the beginnings of one. Gotta get a scope of what I have to work with first.

[He raps his pencil lightly against the machinery, already wondering how hard it might be to unbolt the pieces.]

I didn't think I'd actually find a place with tools and stuff like this, though. It's like they want us to try to escape.

[voicerights]

And to realize how pointless it is.

[Defeatest? Not at all.]

Where do you expect to go, if you even did succeed?

[alchemistake]

That wouldn't surprise me either.

[He doesn't trust these people as far as they can throw them, between the Assistant Director and this...Wizard that may or may not exist.

As for that...Varian shrugs a shoulder.]

That's a problem for future me to worry about. We'll be lucky if we can even leave the building to begin with. I mean, don't you wonder where we are, exactly?

[voicerights]

It is one of the core thought threads in my processor. [That's a 'yes'.] However, there are others, including what it is that we have in common that has led to us being 'selected'.

Broadhurst

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's returning from his exploration and whatever else he's been doing for the day to find the walls near his bunk a lot more...decorated. He pauses, observing Varian tacking things up on the wall, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the opposite wall.

After a moment of observation, he speaks up]

Do be careful not to fall this time. One time of being an unwitting cushion was enough for me, and I shan't do it again. [said with a bit of dry humor, arching an eyebrow]

[alchemistake]

[Varian leans back on his heels slightly when he hears Salieri's voice, looking over his shoulder at him with a scoff.]

Oh, don't worry. I'll build myself a railing around this thing if I have to. That or I can just bribe somebody to swap with me, but...then I'd lose all this space.

[Which...he didn't ask if he could put stuff on the walls but unless somebody stops him? It's happening.]

[violentenvies]

That would be a shame. [Salieri pushes off the wall, starting to eye the drawings] And what, exactly, are you decorating our walls with?

[alchemistake]

To tell you the truth? Not much...yet. I'm doing some brainstorming.

[Varian turns back to face the papers on the walls, his hands on his hips.]

Trying to see what I might be able to piece together using the tools available to us. First thing I'm going to try is getting through the front door...and if that doesn't work, I'll see if there's anywhere else weak or wide enough for me to get into. If that doesn't work, well. That's what plans C through E are for.

[violentenvies]

[that'll get Salieri's eyebrows up a bit. He might just be a bit impressed]

...I see. That is certainly a rather logical way to attack the problem at hand.

lobby

[disharmonizes]

Oh, it's always the doors, isn't it? They're so popular! I think I know who's going to be prom queen this year, at this rate.

[Discords crossing his arms, looking down as Varian's measuring away.]

So, any breakthroughs in the door sciences?

[alchemistake]

[Oh sarcasm, he loves it.]

Laugh while you can...it may not look like much is going on, but I'm going to figure a way out of here. It's not like you can permanently lock a door. There's got to be a way to get through it.

[Brute force isn't enough. He's going to have to see if he can figure out a more technical way through.]

And if that doesn't work, there are other exits. Windows, vents...

[disharmonizes]

Oh, permanently, probably not. Never say never and all that. Semi-permanently, well, there's plenty of ways to ensure that.

It all depends on what method they used.

[Brute force is so much funnier, though. He liked seeing everyone rush at the doors. It was hilarious.]

Maybe you could burrow through the ground.

[alchemistake]

[It might be a suggestion made in jest, but honestly?]

You know...that's not a bad idea.

[Oh no.]

I mean, I'd need to build something that could do that, but it's doable. Maybe a big drill...

[He's writing furiously now, jamming the tape measure in his pocket as he stands back upright.]

[disharmonizes]

[...He just idly taps the floor with his shoe.]

Well, I certainly won't stand in the way of anyone living their moleman dreams.

The floors are rather monotonous this way, anyway. Breaking them open might liven things up a little.

Lobby

[sugarlumps]

Ugh, these things are lumping unbreakable or something, it's dumb.

[She gives the doors a half-hearted kick. Why are you studying these things. She's tried violence and it didn't work, they're clearly out of options here.]

[alchemistake]

[Violence may not be the answer here, but it's not the only answer.]

No way, I don't believe that. There are a lot of things in the world that are truly unbreakable, like diamonds...but a door is not one of those things. My guess is it's bolted shut in some way from the other side. We'll just have to figure a way around that.

[Why is why he's here, checking not just the door itself but all the walls and baseboards around it.]

[sugarlumps]

I dunno, that angry chick was hitting them pretty hard. They're probably magic or something.

[There's already a wizard in play here, even if it's not Varian.]

[alchemistake]

[Varian huffs, giving the door a nice hard rap with his knuckles. It does nothing, of course, but it's the princepal of the thing.]

I'm really hoping that isn't the case, but...ugh. I can't completely disregard it either.

[He brings his hand back, shucking his fingers through his hair.]

C'mon, think Varian. There's got to be a different way.

[sugarlumps]

My name's not Varian and I already tried everything I could lumping think of.

[It was violence and property damage. But she tried it and now they're all out of options.]

lobby

[howtheworldwas]

[ Finally, someone else taking notes! Eurydice's mostly cover the inventories of the various rooms, but taking measurements is smart. She stands over Varian, arms folded and nodding respectfully. ]

Since you know exactly how big the doors are, do you think you can guess how heavy they are?

[ That seems reasonable, and useful. ]

[alchemistake]

[Oh, hey...Varian looks up from his busy writing when he hears someone approach, someone he hasn't had a chance to speak to yet.]

I might be able to make a reasonably educated guess, yeah. They're glass, a really tough glass...so they're probably pretty heavy just on their own. Not as heavy as something like steel would be, but close enough. I just can't figure out how it's so strong...

[That's the real kicker. He's never encountered glass that just simply can't be broken by any means.]

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice leans forward and knocks on the glass. Yeah, that's tough. She steps back again. ]

You're right -- human glass should be breakable. Maybe a god made it. Like the god that made that earthquake.

[ Eurydice frowns. She's not sure what's worse -- that there are multiple gods here, or that there's one super-powerful one at work. ]

[alchemistake]

...Earthquake? Wait, when was there an earthquake?

[He'll realize a second later she might not mean from their time here, and if she does it might not be an actual earthquake.]