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

[wanderlusttitania]

Well...aside from mademoiselle Hester's choice of make up...but...that's just me grousing, I suppose...

[She quietly goes into her dress.]

These cameras are definitely watching us. I did attempt to look for a key to the doors that would let us out in one of those rooms with the lockers, but...they seem to have anticipated that.

[With a sigh, she unfolds the letters she found]

...The second thing I must ask is-

[She hesitates, a little, at this. Deep breath.]

-possibly odd, but...when everyone woke up, how old did you think you were?

[violentenvies]

[ah yes. about that]

...32 for me.

Though I must admit, sometimes I do not feel that age.

[wanderlusttitania]

How so, monsieur?

[violentenvies]

I simply feel stiffer in many instances, or things that I could normally do with ease are more difficult. Climbing up onto stage, carrying things, for example.

[wanderlusttitania]

...If it makes you feel any better, monsieur, you should have seen me get stuck last week trying to stand. It was a bit embarrassing.

[tellthestory]

I don't really have a specified age.

[thanks bud!]

[wanderlusttitania]

You...don't know your age?

[?????]

[tellthestory]

...yeah, same thing, I guess. If you wanted, you could say the premiere of my show counts as my birthday, but obviously I was thought up well before that.

[wanderlusttitania]

I-I'm not sure I entirely follow, monsieur. Are you saying you were never born?

[barberic]

Thirty-one.

If the profile is to be believed, I'm missing seventeen years, give or take a few months.

[He sounds like he's already had time to process this]

[wanderlusttitania]

...I see, monsieur.

[She's processed, but it's still staggering to know-and to say.]

I...thought I was 17. But I seem to be missing 43 years.

[violentenvies]

I'll admit that I'm missing less than either of you, but it is still nearly a decade.

[wanderlusttitania]

So that's three of us who are much older than we remember being before waking up in this school.

[yourattention]

16. According to the yearbook, I'm missing like two years.

[wanderlusttitania]

Only two years...so the age gaps aren't all so wide...

[yourattention]

Yeah, Elle said something about hers being kinda the same? We only really noticed because we were weirdly stiff when doing yoga—one of us was gonna ask Hester about it, but I never got around to it.

[wanderlusttitania]

Well...I admit I went to ask her after I looked at my face for the first time.

[comeandfindme]

I didn’t think it. I was 17.

[wanderlusttitania]

As was I. But, as you can see...I am...very clearly not.

So you have noticed nothing different about yourself?

[comeandfindme]

Nothing. [ She answers swiftly but then takes a second to think. ] … Nothing.

[defyingfrigidity]

Twenty-four. The same as what the book says about me.

[... Hm.]

Do you think something strange is going on with time here? Benjamin and I compared what the date was when we first arrived, and it didn't match up.

[wanderlusttitania]

At this point, I most certainly do. I believe monsieur McFife explained it as being from different points of a...space-time fabric. A bit like quilts, if I've got it right.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[A lone, passing glance towards Varian. Cassandra nearly bites her tongue.]

If it's not something involving time, then it may be because someone's messing with our memories.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

I'm still twenty-three, last time I checked.

[But that's not what her book says.]

But I was traveling on the road, so I can't tell you exactly how long it's been.

[mayavericks]

By my recollection, it's still late May. I am meant to be 16. My seventeenth birthday is in July.

The yearbook, however, says otherwise.