Week Two

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, no murder happened! Instead, a lot of students started work on Salieri's school play, which sounds pretty cool even though it's gonna be short, several people destroyed Bigfoot and got a few mysterious clues, and Orpheus started a fire in the kitchen! All in all, not a bad first week!

Though some people might have gone to talk to Hester, she hasn't made any more public announcements. There's some new papers posted up around the cafeteria, but it looks like it's just your upcoming lunch schedule. Seems like nothing's driving you towards Rule Five except, perhaps, all of the kidnapping and how criminally boring some of you are finding the school. Maybe the Balladeer is right, and you really can just wait this out? Only time will tell!]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( No new locations this week, since y'all haven't paid in blood! Hester's office hours are still open, as are regains! Make sure to complete your first activity check by Tuesday! ))

Comments

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's here to load up on comfort snacks after the breakdownnnnnn earlier. She pauses to watch Connor stick the coin in, and stands back watching out of some morbid curiosity, until he speaks up.]

My grandpa, and other old people.

[yourattention]

Yeah, okay but why would they be writing weird Nigerian Prince scam emails to me and printing them out?

[Do they genuinely think... this is going to get him?? To do something???]

[brokeforgood]

I don't know, have you done anything to piss any old people off lately? Stand on someone's lawn? Accidentally trample their tulips?

[yourattention]

Old people and the inherent mortality involved in time passing freak me out, so no.

[brokeforgood]

Whoa. Old people freak you out?

You've gotta respect them! Old people may look freaky and be about to drop dead, but they're people too, you know?

cw: suicidal ideation? kind of?

[yourattention]

It's not, like, a lack of respect. It's the creeping existential dread of the mere possibility I might live to, like, thirty. Farrah, I'm too fucking hot to not die young and tragically.

yea probs cw for ideation this whole thread

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's mouth twists into something unreadable-- she's thinking what to say. Then she groans, and drops to the floor, leaning back against the snack machine.]

I mean-- same? Normally, people don't say that out loud, though.

[yourattention]

What can I say? I'm an edgy, emotionless Hot Topic bitch who thinks suicide is a fashion statement. [A beat.] Also I literally have unmedicated brainworms that make me say the quiet part out loud.

[brokeforgood]

You gotta get over the Hot Topic thing. It's so overpriced and not good quality. [She doesn't take the time to think anymore.]

You know, alcohol shuts the worms up pretty good.

[yourattention]

[Connor wrinkles his nose.]

Yeah, not my vice. I get drunk and I'll probably cry about my dad. Or hit on Janis. These two things are equally devastating.

[brokeforgood]

I kind of want to see the second one-- but I don't think you're her type.

[yourattention]

If I ever hit on Janis, she would suckerpunch me and I would deserve it.

[DEEP SHRUG]

[brokeforgood]

It'd be funny, until she broke your nose or something. [She shrugs. And then, because she has no tact-- ]

What was in your envelope today?

[yourattention]

It wouldn't be the first time I broke my nose so eh.

[He sits down next to her. Luckily, Connor gives no shits about his motive.]

Oh, just some weird photo of my parents and some kid I don't recognize.

[brokeforgood]

Maybe your families adopting a new kid. That would be kind of shitty. I’ve heard it sucks to have a new kid move into your house.

[yourattention]

Okay, but like. Why are both my parents adopting a whole-ass teenager? They don't even like the teenagers they do have. At least if it was a baby, it'd be cute.