itscurtains | Week One

[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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[Oh. Oh this is something Cassandra's seen before. That desire to keep in close proximity with someone, no matter what is is they're doing. Even if it's uncomfortable. She can imagine why, but the actual reason for it eludes her.

So, as Orpheus sits against Eurydice's bed, waiting for her as she naps, Cassandra creeps over. There's not a peep from her, not yet. Her footfalls are silent, trained from years of sneaking around the castle.]

Who's she to you? [She asks in earnest. Cassandra's voice was a whisper hanging in the air.]

Hmm?

[ Orpheus looks up, a little surprised to be addressed and also having been sort of lost in his own thoughts. He blinks up at the woman, owlishly, as he tries to remember what she just asked him. ]

Oh, she's my wife. [ he says, brightly, though keeping his voice down so as not to wake her. ] I don't think she slept at all last night? So I'm waiting to make sure she gets some rest before we do anything else.

[ Would Eurydice particularly like that he's telling that to a stranger in this place? Probably not, but Orpheus doesn't have a suspicious bone in his body, for better or worse. ]

[Cassandra blinks right back at the man, owlishly, eyes trained on him with a laser-focus. An attack bird, ready to dive on her prey... Or just a woman trying to make heads or tails of someone.]

Your wife? [Surprise laces her tone. That's... good. Better than she was expecting, it seems.] I think it was rough last night, for all of us.

[Not just because of the transition period.]

This place... isn't the comfiest.

It's better than some places. [ he says, though it's not that he's meaning to correct or chide her so much as a casual observation. ] When it comes to comfort, at least? I don't know about, um. Any of what Miss Hester was talking about, or anything. I'm not that worried about anyone killing anyone else here? But...

[ He trails off, giving Eurydice a concerned look over his shoulder. She doesn't have the same faith in the rest of the people here that he does, and that's making him question himself. ]

At least this place isn't a living forest. So, it could be worse. [She'll accept his observation. At least the beds were beds, and they had hot water and food.

She follows his gaze, eyes trailing over the sleeping figure. That expression was familiar to Cassandra, that same worry had been painted on a certain princess's face, time and again in their adventures.]

She is, isn't she?

[ Orpheus nods, solemnly. ]

She's seen a lot more of the world than I have, and I trust her. But... everyone here has been so nice? It's hard to imagine anyone getting desperate enough to hurt anyone else, much less...

[ He trails off, shaking his head. Well, there is the girl who threw a knife at Miss Hester - she kind of scares him - but that's kind of different, as far as he's concerned. He doesn't like it, but the Assistant Director did seem like the one responsible for bringing them all here. It's a more understandable reaction than attacking someone innocent. ]

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[That girl kind of scares her too, though in a more annoying sort of way. But it saved them the trouble of learning something very important: the assistant director was protected, and they were warned. Harm against their captors would be met with swift punishment.

She watches Orpheus. She wants to be considerate. Really, she does.]

I know it's a lot to think about... And I don't want to think badly of any of you... But most of us don't even know the first thing about each other.

[ Orpheus just looks at her, wide-eyed. ]

You really think someone would try it? Even after going through all of this together?

[ Orpheus it's Monday. He holds that look for a moment, then looks away, sighing. ]

I guess you're right. But unless someone does something right away, we'll all have time to get to know each other, hopefully? And it's a lot harder to knowingly hurt someone when you know who they are.

[ At least in his estimation. ]

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[Her expression answers him. She doesn't like to think that someone might stoop so low - or want to do such a thing. But she knows. She's seen people change, turn dangerous.

But it's only Monday. Maybe her worries are wrong.]

I hope you're right. [She sighs.] At least if we're all trapped here, we'll get to know each other before we escape.

[ The vote of no confidence in that look she's giving him is a little discouraging, and Orpheus's expression sinks a bit as well. He has put some thought into what will happen if things go wrong, at Eurydice's prompting, but he has such a hard time imagining it. ]

We can get out of here if we work together, I'm sure of it. [ He lightens up a little bit, looking at the woman with determination. ] We just have to figure out what the Wizard really wants from us and show them that what they're trying to do isn't going to work.

[She is fraught with concern, for not just herself; for him, and her, and the others she's met. For Elsa. The number of people who deserved this ironic prison was so small, Cassandra could count the faces off one hand. If they could all be sent back to their homes, that would be the best outcome, surely.]

Right, the Wizard. [She repeats it low. She really is happy for a change of subject - despite the pout.] First, we'd have to actually find them.

Miss Hester said we couldn't talk to them yet, which means they might be planning on it at some point? I know that's not much to go on, but it's hard to find beings that powerful unless they want to be found.

[ If they're truly a god, like Orpheus suspects, then they could be anyone, anything. One of them, the birds at the window, the breeze. ]

I'm not giving up, though. There's got to be some way to draw them out, that doesn't involve anyone getting hurt.

Week One

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