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!]


Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday


(( 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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Mods for second prompt, please!

[wanderlusttitania]

[Girl's Bathroom]

[It's about after breakfast time when a scream emanates from the girl's bathroom. It sounds terrified, almost deathly so, and anyone who rushes in to see what is happening--

Will find Elisabeth staring in one of the mirrors, deathly pale, hand on her cheek, eyes wide and full of abject horror.]

No...what...!?

[Mind her hair when you're walking to her, it goes all the way to the floor. But yeah, she's looking like she's seeing a ghost.]

This cannot be right
Whose face is this...
Can this truly be mine-!?
It can't be mine--


[Principal's Office]

[Yup, yup, this calls for a visit to-]

MADEMOISELLE HESTER! I must speak with you-!


[Costume Room]

[Yeah, she's going to find something more suitable for herself. She considers herself fashionable, thank you. Even if she's inexplicably old.

So, she at last goes to the costume room and starts pulling out random dresses, frowning. There's a pile of them as time goes by, and...well, whenever someone comes in, she casts an eye over to them, pointing to the pile.]

You can look through those, if you like. I don't think going to wear them.

Girl's Bathroom

[violentenvies]

[Salieri was just on his way to the Cafeteria to get something to eat when a scream comes from the girl's restroom just as he passes by it. He jumps about half a foot in the air, barely managing to hang onto his papers so they don't go scattering all over the hall. His head whips towards the bathroom, heart hammering in his chest.

With all this talk of murder, he feels extremely hesitant to enter but...knocking can't hurt? Right????

So that's what Salieri will do. Just. Cautiously knock on the door.]

...hello? Is everyone alright in there?

[wanderlusttitania]

No--no it is not-!

[She sounds ready to sob.]

And you run, and you run
to catch up with the sun
but it's sinking-

oh, how...how is this real...!

[violentenvies]

[oh. Oh that sounds like a very upset woman. Salieri isn't the bravest of men but he's also not one to leave a lady in such a state]

...madame, with your leave, may I enter?

[wanderlusttitania]

...

Please.

[It was a long pause before that permission is given, but it is nevertheless given.]

[violentenvies]

[once he's given permission, Salieri will enter, pushing the door open and stepping inside. Spotting only Sisi there, he'll start to make his way towards her]

Madame, are you alright? Are you hurt?

[that's the first thing one should ask right???]

Girl's Bathroom

[sugarlumps]

[Yeah that's sure a scream! And it's probably not made better when LSP bursts in, brandishing a large kitchen knife.]

ATTEMPTED MURDER! NO ONE'S LUMPING KILLING ANYONE, DROP IT!

[wanderlusttitania]

[Yeah, the second she sees that knife-]

AAAAH-!!

[sugarlumps]

AAAAAAH-!

[Yeah, this is. Just a feedback loop.]

WHERE IS HE, WHO DID THE THING?

[wanderlusttitania]

What are you talking about!?

Why do you have that knife!?

[sugarlumps]

There was screaming! That means someone was being attacked and I came to help BECAUSE I'M A GOOD PERSON GLOB IT!

Costume Room

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elisabeth isn't the only one that feels a little off wearing these "uniforms". The top half isn't really all that bad, but the skirt.... this is far too short to be comfortable! So when word gets around that there are more clothes to be found in the costume room, she's quick to poke her head in-]

Oh!

[And finds she's not alone! She makes her way over to the pile of already discarded dresses, poking through them curiously.]

Have you found anything interesting, yet?

[wanderlusttitania]

Interesting, certainly. But something I would wear?

[???]

Not so far, I'm afraid.

[defyingfrigidity]

[??????????]

That's. Um.

[Risque?????]

Certainly... unique. I can't imagine what kind of role one would use that for, though.

[wanderlusttitania]

If these are the fashions of 150 years in the future-

[Technically 164 years if Maya's words are anything to go by, but...semantics.]

I think I'd prefer wearing this uniform instead if I can find nothing else!

[Tossing this out, wtf??]

[defyingfrigidity]

[??????? Okay WHAT.]

Whoever's behind all of this... they have to be messing with us in some way. Is that bacon???

[She walks over to the pile of discarded costumes and picks up the bacon strip. Elsa isn't really one to be picky when it comes to clothes - she'll wear anything, really - but her nose still wrinkles when she feels the material of the costume. Oh, this feels like it could crumble any minute!]

Why would someone want to wear food???

Costume Room

[barberic]

[Benjamin looks from the lady, to the pile of clothes.]

I'm not certain they're quite my style, my lady.

[Said with a drop of humor, but nothing mean intended, as he heads to the men's side of the racks and starts sifting through.]

[wanderlusttitania]

[She does a double-take when she realizes who's behind her.]

Oh...!

[She smiles.]

Ah, do forgive me, then. I'm sure we'd both look off in...some of these.

[Bringing out this. Pity, the top looks nice...]

[barberic]

[He bows politely, with a smile of his own.

And then, when he sees what she's pulled out, immediately looks down at the more reasonable offerings on the men's side, both mortified and flustered. A laugh bubbles out of him, almost falsetto, quickly cut off.]

I'm not certain anyone would look decent in something like that.

Now this- [From his rack he pulls out ...Something, alright.] I think I might not look half bad in this.

[Obviously joking. No man in his right mind would make an ass out of himself by, well, making a lion out of himself.]

[wanderlusttitania]

Oh--

[She starts laughing at that.]

Oh dear! That must get very hot after awhile! Real lions probably don't mind it so much...

[barberic]

That's probably a good thing, since real lions can't take it off. I'm getting hot just holding it.

[He puts it back on the rack, which makes the rack wobble slightly under the weight.]

Principal's Office - sorry for the delay!

[tailor_made]

[With all the yelling, Hester can't exactly miss that she's being summoned. She opens the door enough to poke her head out, blinking in surprise.

What, what's the matter?

No problem!

[wanderlusttitania]

Mademoiselle, I demand an explanation!

[She frantically motions to herself.]

Why do I look like this?! What did you do to my face...my hair...my...!

[tailor_made]

Oh, madame. [She reaches out and gently takes Sissi's hands, holding them between her own.] We didn't. We haven't done anything to change how you look.

[wanderlusttitania]

I-

[Suddenly, she feels it.

The world seems to grow dark. She can almost feel his presence descend.

Almost.

But he doesn't appear. No sign of him. His promise doesn't echo through the air, nor does his laughter. Instead, she finds herself trying to steady herself on something, anything.]

What...? No...I just married...

[Her heart is pounding. This can't be correct. It just cannot-]

I just got married...I was 17 when I fell asleep...how could-are you saying...!?

[She finally manages to hold a doorframe.]

How long did I sleep!?

[And then-]

♩ Sie feierten das Hochzeitsfest,
Dornröschen, nimm dich ja in acht!
Da kam die böse Fee herein,
Dornröschen, schlafe hundert Jahr...! ♩

A fairy tale made real... but was it I who slept through time...?