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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Kitchen

[tellthestory]

[.....okay, so he might not be what one would call a normal person, but even the Balladeer feels like this is probably not how people eat fish. It sort of looks like a choking hazard.]

How's it goin', there?

[prophetpriestandking]

[You say choking hazard, he says time of his life!]

Great!

[Spoken incredibly muffled, through fish.]

Therpfb's sfo mufch fphish here!

[tellthestory]

Sure is.

[Is this what sushi is. No, that can't possibly be right.]

You're not gonna...heat that up, or anything...?

[prophetpriestandking]

Heat it?

[He's a little clearer now. He's got it to a point where he's choking on it...less.]

Why would I want to?

[tellthestory]

Looks like you're choking a little.

[prophetpriestandking]

I’m ffff-

[Okay now he’s choking.]

-ine!

[The fish is given up on. Kinda grossly. Like, on the floor.]

It...uh...usually goes down easier.

[tellthestory]

[Oh. Cool. That's super gross! The Balladeer looks at it for a moment, dismisses it as something he wants to deal with right now, and turns back to Mumble.]

If you don't mind, can I ask you about your whole experience with...being here?

[He wants to understand what your whole Deal is, and has not heard the penguinkin gossip from anyone yet.]

[prophetpriestandking]

Uhh, sure.

[Bit of a weird question but hey, he just doesn’t like being put on the spot. No judgement.

He taps his arms against his side.]

Go ahead, shoot.

[tellthestory]

[Oh, alright, he's more accustomed to people just launching right into their entire life story. In song. But that's fine, he can ask questions!]

It's just - you seem like you're having some trouble adjusting. Is all of this particularly weird for you?

[prophetpriestandking]

[Sorry Mr. The Balladeer, he’s the one guy who can’t sing in a musical. He can offer interpretive dance, though?]

Weird is kiinda an understatement. [Aha.] First, I’m abducted by aliens, then I find out I’m stuck with a whole load of aliens who’ve been kidnapped, and this whole place is some kind of...alien vessel with long nests and shiny ground and these ‘handle’...things. I-it’s not exactly built for penguins.

[tellthestory]

You're a penguin.

[Okay. Well. That explains some stuff. Is there a Cats, but for penguins???]

[prophetpriestandking]

Yep. [He squints a little.] You know, every time I mention that - people get a little weird about it. Not - not like bad weird, but, y'know [He tilts his head to the side.] weird.

[Like right now.]

[tellthestory]

Well, most humans only ever interact with their own kind, you know? I've never met anyone of another species before.

[He can cope fine, though! He knows about The Lion King!]

Plus, you look human now. So it's unexpected.

[prophetpriestandking]

I look...what now?

[tellthestory]

Human! That’s what our species is called. Not that every single one of us is human, sounds like.

[prophetpriestandking]

Oh, no, I know that. [He's been corrected from calling them Aliens enough times now.] What was that ...other part?

[tellthestory]

Only...talking to other humans?

[prophetpriestandking]

The other other part.

[tellthestory]

[He visibly goes over absolutely everything he said again.]

.......you look like a human?

[prophetpriestandking]

That's the one.

[Aha.]

How do I look like a human?

[tellthestory]

...ah, well.

[I mean. He didn't even know this was news to you.]

You just...look like a human, to me. White, dark hair...huge blue eyes. School uniform. I didn't realize you didn't see it that way.

[prophetpriestandking]

Well, penguins usually have white and dark feathers and, I - I don't know if I'd call my eyes huge, but... [Pause.] School uniform?

[tellthestory]

Like I'm wearing.

[He gestures down at himself.]

And - yeah, but I'm not seeing any feathers or anything.

[prophetpriestandking]

[Mumble raises an eyebrow.]

...Do you have anything shiny?

[Maybe it’s time to rip the bandaid.]

[tellthestory]

...on me?

[Let him pat down his pockets for a sec.]

This guitar pick's kinda shiny. [It's gold!] Found it in the band room. Why do you ask?