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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[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's come back for a nap, and kindof just.... stares at Eurydice, who has collapsed into the bed that was previously Farrah's. That's weird, but also puts Farrah in a unique position to seem compliant and friendly. So she shrugs.]

You know what? I was thinking about asking to swap. We'll just trade.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice lazily rolls over, parses what Farrah's saying, and then startles. She sits up suddenly, hair and clothes a general mess. ]

Oh -- uh -- sorry. Didn't realize I got the wrong one. I can, um, move?

[ This is so awkward... ]

I'm Eurydice. [ There! That's polite! ]

[brokeforgood]

No, it's cool, I was gonna ask to trade anyway. [Why can't Annleigh be here to see her being so kind and accomidating? See, she's a great sister! Great at sharing rooms!]

Farrah. Fancy name. Is it French?

[howtheworldwas]

[ The fact that Farrah wants to trade beds is honestly pretty weird, but Eurydice won't complain. ]

Nah. It's just a name. I don't think it's even that fancy.

[ She's just some nobody girl from nowhere, after all. ]

Where's your name from?

[brokeforgood]

My mom and dad were both 'fans' of Farrah Fawcett. Which really means they both thought she was hot. Unfortunately, I wasn't a blonde, but I did get nice hair like her. [So that's something. Farrah twirls her shiny braid with one finger absentmindedly, but it's totally on purpose.]

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice has absolutely no fucking clue what to make of any of this. Also, she's exhausted. So she just kind of nods, and says, mildly: ]

Well, I am glad you're living up to your namesake. [ A beat. ] The braids are nice.

[brokeforgood]

Trying to live up to her, at least. I’m not on the cover of playboy, yet. [Farrah sighs as if this is a real aspiration of hers that she is not achieving.]

Thanks. It’s even nicer when I wear it down, but it gets messy easier.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice has no clue what Playboy is, and thinks this is a very reasonable goal. Live your dreams, Farrah! ]

Mmm. Messy hair isn't worth it. What's Playboy?

[brokeforgood]

A popular magazine, with pictures of women in it. It's the way to get rich and famous, if you don't really have any talents other than being pretty.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice frowns. That seems incredibly frivolous and stupid. ]

But you have other talents, right?

[ Farrah is a nice-looking teenager, sure, but that can't be all she is. ]