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itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
Week Three
[Last week, some shit went down! Salieri's scene went off without a hitch, but the good mood didn't last. The first motive was a bit of a doozy, and yet it didn't even have anything to do with the eventual accidental death of Mumble Happyfeet! At least Sissi was already pretty much dating Death anyway, right? She's probably fine, wherever she is.
This week, new menus have been posted in the cafeteria. But, more importantly, it seems that other new information has emerged. Everyone wakes on Sunday with some new memories - or are they old ones? - floating around in their heads. Maybe there was something to your discussions of time travel after all. Maybe there was someting to the Wizard's knowledge of the future.
Regardless, you're still stuck in here. At least there's some new places to explore this week. Maybe you'll find something helpful.]
Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday
(( Be sure to submit your memory regains and your AC for this week! Hester's office hours and the merch booth also remain available! ))
This week, new menus have been posted in the cafeteria. But, more importantly, it seems that other new information has emerged. Everyone wakes on Sunday with some new memories - or are they old ones? - floating around in their heads. Maybe there was something to your discussions of time travel after all. Maybe there was someting to the Wizard's knowledge of the future.
Regardless, you're still stuck in here. At least there's some new places to explore this week. Maybe you'll find something helpful.]
(( Be sure to submit your memory regains and your AC for this week! Hester's office hours and the merch booth also remain available! ))
SUNDAY
no subject
"A dream is not something you have, but something you assert. There is only one star shining at the top."
Maya wakes with a start in the Broadhurst dorm. She can almost taste her heartbeat in her throat. The dream itself isn’t particularly unnerving on its own, she had succeeded in her first challenge after all, and against the only person that had ever posed a challenge to Maya.]
Claudine.
[That, of course, was the problem. She recognized the longsword, particularly the orange jewel glittering in its pommel. She’d seen it in a photo here since arriving, after all.
Regardless of what is said within her dorm, Maya eventually makes her way through the school. Her intentions are the same as always -- practice in the dance studio. But the new wing of the school draws her attention instead.
She finds herself in the library, wandering through the shelves of books. Many of them are unfamiliar, but… She finds a few nonfiction titles that draw her interest. She settles at a small table eventually, books about giraffes, about sword fighting, and even books about anatomy laid out in front of her.
Eventually, she makes her way to the nurse’s office. Really, she’s just shuffling through the shelves and taking stock. She snatches a role of ACE bandages for later, just in case. She also finds a roll of athletic tape and takes that with her as well.
With that, it’s back to her routine. She heads to the dance studio as usual. This time, her sword hand seems to be wrapped. Less callouses, please!]
Gee Varian how come you get TWO Maya threads | Library
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That fucking bitch! That completely psychopathic walking college admissions essay of a BITCH! [At least these screams sound angry, now, instead of pained-- but maybe someone should calm her down before she wrecks the place.]
[After all of... that, Farrah's still a little hungover. It's like Hester left the Nurse's Office there just for her. She can be found either pouring herself out painkillers to take with the water, or just weakly groaning while she lays on one of the beds behind the curtain]
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minor blood injury inside HES FINE HES JUST STUPID
"Oh I know we can't. Which is why we have to steal it."
Varian wakes with a start, his heart hammering in his chest so hard that he can't breathe when he first wakes up. It doesn't matter if anyone else is awake or not, but at least Varian woke silently. That was...Rapunzel, wasn't it? She had been apologizing to Varian, profusely, about how he'd only come to her for help but...
What was she talking about?
"You did what you had to, but you can help me now."
He doesn't know why that instills such dread in him, and it's even worse not understanding why he would have...
He can't stay in the dorm. He leaves as soon as he's collected himself with Ruddiger at his side, though he's more...wandering aimless than actually walking with purpose. It means that he finds the new school wing largely on accident, the now-opened area an immediate curiosity. He knew there was more.
There are a lot of places Varian can and will visit this week, but all of Sunday's attention is commanded by the newly revealed Auto Shop. He's never seen a garage this big, much less the machines kept inside. He never was given a proper explanation of a car, but that doesn't matter; hopefully nobody objects to Varian immediately setting to tinkering with it, because thats what he's going to do. He doesn't want to think about that dream....that memory right now. He doesn't want to think about anything. He just wants to figure out how this car works.
Maybe with enough self-teaching, he can figure out how to get it running. For now, it's a lot of trying to understand it's mechanics.
But that also means, well...Varian at some point during the day is going to be in a something of a hurry to get to the Nurse's Office. HE'S FINE HE'S JUST BLEEDING A LITTLE, JUST A LITTLE, and he's trying to get in there quick because he doesn't want to alarm anybody. For the most part, it looks like the skin between his thumb and index finger on his left hand got caught in something up underneath that car because you know, the best way to learn about a thing is to take off your gloves and just jam your extremeties up into its guts to see what's in there, right?
He might not have thought this through, does anyone have a bandaid.]
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Investigation? (sorta)
... Huh! I had the weirdest dream last night where I saw Mumble's dead body and we all had to kill Sissi because she accidentally assisted in his death.
[Pause.]
And then I had a dream that Hester's motive was right and that my town was gonna get destroyed by a volcano. Weird, huh?
[Who's gonna tell him.
After his inevitable screaming session, he decides that he should still actually, you know, face the day. He had intention to make everyone breakfast like normal. But then he sees that the West Hall is now open.
... Well... no one will miss him if he's only a few seconds late, right? Especially when he's doing some investigation.
Unfortunately for everyone, he is a lot more than a few seconds late, as the moment he finds the Library he instantly falls in love with the place. After going to the Lounge for some snacks and tea he finds a cozy spot to read a stack of books he's found in the library, mostly fiction and comic books.
He does eventually notice the videos and decides to root through them all, playing just about anything interesting he finds. Regardless of what he does find, he's gonna settle down into a nice Magic School Bus marathon. So feel free to join him and learn about science!]
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cw: mild disassociation
--Salieri sucks in another breath and sits up a little more quickly than warranted, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, breathing hard, bombarded by that music and, worse, by that man. The frivolous way he'd mocked both Rosenberg and himself, then played music that was so sublime--then had the gall, the gall to lean over and ask, coy, in a voice dripping with smugness:
Salieri's stomach twists, and he pushes to his feet, getting ready as quickly as possible and leaving the dorm, paper and pencils already tucked under his arm and in his jacket, going straight to the band room. There he sequesters himself at the piano, immediately starting to compose. He draws the lines of the staff, presses the keys on the piano, starts to put together a melodic line. But it...is not quite right. Not quite there...
He tosses the paper aside. Then he tries again. And again. And again. Eventually, the floor of the room becomes littered with paper, half formed ideas, crossed out and rewritten time and time again.
Salieri is eventually broken out of his fervor by Farrah, leaving the mess behind as his focus is immediately shifted.
After that, however, he's eventually returning to the Band room, staring at the scattering of papers and just...slowly starting to gather them up. Now that he doesn't have Farrah to focus on, he starts to feel almost a bit outside of himself, detached from what he's doing, but he presses on, continuing to keep cleaning.
Once the papers are regathered he sets about getting more paper, and instead of composing, writing up some posters. He can, afterwards, be found hanging up those posters with some tacks for everyone to see, proclaiming:]
Meeting to be held Monday, 7 o'clock in the evening, Cafeteria.
Signed, A. Salieri
[once those are successfully hung up, he'll head back to the choir room, armed with more paper, and, not bothering to re-set up the chairs as he sits down at the piano there to compose. However...it's a bit slower than normal. He still doesn't feel quite himself, like his hands aren't quite his hands, and therefore can't quite put the notes down correctly, or it sounds just a bit off. He erases notes and tries again. Keeps trying.
He'll be in there for a while.]
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posters
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no subject
"Your concert was amazing!"
"I want to tell you everything I felt about it! Could we have lunch together today?"
A concert and... her classmates? Was she finally making friends with them? And the thing she put in front of her face--
"Yeah, I would love that!"
When Rina awakens she doesn't think of the dream as anything odd. She doesn't even consider it could be a memory just yet. But she is feeling... happy? And inspired by it? Despite the weekend's events, this little dream makes her feel warm.
She goes to have breakfast but this time she takes a bunch of paper from her room and some pens with her. As she eats in the cafeteria she's busy drawing several faces, each one taking up an entire piece of paper of their own. She's pretty focused on it!
Later on in the day she realizes the west hall is open and goes exploring... and very quickly finds the computer lab.
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Yeah she's in here for the rest of the day. And probably all week. She might have to be dragged away come bed time because she'll sleep in here if you let her. Even if they're older than she is it's still a comfort to have access to a computer again. ]
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cw: suicidal ideation
Let future historians wonder how Connor reacted when he broke your heart
I have torn it all apart, I'm watching it
Burn
There's no drama to the way Connor reacts when he wakes up except for the fact that he seems to be doing things on autopilot. That is, until he gets to the vending machine and the Death Note pops out. He stares down at it in his hands for a moment before flipping it open and writing his own name on the first page over and over and over—]
Fuck! [He tosses the notebook across the room and sinks to the floor.] Fuck.
[Eventually, you might find him in the door to the scene studio. He doesn't appear to want to go in? But he's been just. Standing in the doorway for a while? It's probably fine. Eventually, he can be found in the computer lab working on some art.
Hey everybody, it's your favorite OC Jigsaw Enoshima!Actually, he's drawing someone who none of you recognize. Don't worry about it! Also don't worry about the fact that eventually he ends up under the computer desk, crying.Connor's fine. Everything's fine.]
vending machine - continued cw: ideation and cw: choking
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scene shop | this is ALL going to be suicidal ideation thread
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Because if I don't, I'll lose the one friend I ever had?"
Once Discord wakes up in the Ambassador dorm, he spends some time staring at the ceiling, before eventually just taking his pillow, putting it over his face, and groaning. Loudly. Because oh. Right. That.
For a time, he's just sort of leaning against a wall in the lounge, after he goes to explore the west hall. He's not really... doing much, though, for that time. He's just? Making tea? Maya isn't even forcing him this time, he's just doing it on his own. Weird.
Later in the day, though, he snaps out of it to an extent. Rather, he's forcing himself a little. It's fine. We're all fine. The important thing is, you can find him by the library. Not inside, just outside. Looks like he's gone back to wall art for a bit? Except this is less random and bored than his previous work, he's uh...
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there is a mural... happening...]
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"I'm fulfilling my destiny!"
Cassandra wakes up with a start in Longacre dorm, feeling as though she's drowning, scrambling for air. For a good minute or two, she sits up on her bed, running her hands back through her hair, and thinking. Nearing the end, she seems downright frantic, tugging on stray strands of raven black.
But she can't stay like that forever. Once she's taken the time to regain her senses, Cassandra ventures out to do her usual routine; preparing breakfast in the kitchen -- or trying to. It has to be something light and easy. Something she doesn't have to go into the walk-in freezer to grab. And she's wracking her brain for options.
...Was that wing of the school always there? Her intentions were to head on her way for a bit of training in the gym, but now... Well, she could afford an investigation.
The library is what first draws her interest. Rows upon rows of books, not quite up to the standard of Corona's royal library, but it was easily an interesting find. Cassandra even finds a number of books for herself, stacked neatly on the floor next to where she stood, propped up against the shelves; some nonfiction, a couple young adult fictions, and even a book about medieval weaponry?
After that, somehow, Cassandra winds her way into the autoshop, where she stands like a sore thumb against the hard concrete, tools, and... whatever that thing is. A metal carriage? Wheels, doors - it fits the general shape of a caravan, but Cassandra's aware enough to know when she's completely out of her depth. So, she decides to leave it alone and focus on other things.
Such as that door over there. Where she'll spend a good minute or two attempting to fit her hands under the garage door and strain to lift it. Try as hard as she might, it isn't budging.]
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no subject
... But it doesn't feel awesome? Even in just the last couple weeks, her perspectives have sort of. Shifted. So she's mostly trying to avoid thinking about it!
First off, she heads towards the regains machine to redeem a few of her coins! She gets a few things, including a photo and a telephone that slightly unnerve her and uh. A picture of Connor that doesn't seem quite right. But if you aren't Connor, you'll probably see her slightly losing her shit over a lizard. ]
What were you even doing in there? What do you eat? Do you know that I love you?
[ And then, carrying her new lizard in her mostly emptied popcorn container, Janis heads out to raid the new areas for things to do. After all, if they make the motives a weekly thing, better to have fun today before they emotionally knock half of the people she knows.
She starts in the library, going through the movies. ]
Why does every school have some of these?
[ Or, later on, she's relaxing in the teacher's lounge, new scarf from the vending machine around her neck and camcorder on the table in front of her - next to a couple basic film-making books and a few snacks raided from the room. What, she's going to be able to hang out in a teacher's lounge and not take some Teacher Snacks? ]
Okay so like... I don't know what state we're in, so I'm covering my bases - permission to film you? I kinda want to try some documentary work while we're here, and uh. You know, could be useful to have a video record, someday.
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Armor! [Hell yes is he putting on the Gorgeous Breastplate on right here, over his uniform. As he finagles with the ribbons, he drops the engagement ring, and it rolls on the floor beside him.
Once he finishes, an entire deer pops out, staring at him with its dark, souless plastic eyes.] Actually, I'm leaving you here.
[After dropping a few things off at his room, he stuffs the things he wants to give away in the suitcase and rolls over to the costume room, where he cobbles together a more princely outfit, paired with black opera gloves. Satisfied, he looks for Elle around the building.
In the evening, he rests in the lounge, pulls out his copy of Don Juan Triumphant, and reads.]
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She goes to poke around the new areas, eventually settling in the law section of the library.]
Well, I guess I probably have some studying to do.
[After picking up a few books and dropping them off in the dorm, she takes the handful of coins from beside her bed and heads to the concession stand. A few things pop out, including a law book that was actually on her book list! She about to walk away when she feels the last coin in her pocket.]
Might as well.
[It's a good thing she put the other stuff down, because suddenly there is a very exuberant chihuahua flying at her. She catches the dog-]
Bruiser? [And immediately bursts into tears. The tiny dog licks her face as she holds him close and sinks to the floor of the concession stand.]</small.
BRUISER!!!
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As he nears the end of his coins, something rattles ominously in the machine. It clanks and thuds all the way down until it comes out: a wooden staff fashioned as both walking stick and makeshift light with three seperate vials tied with rope to the larger end in green, blue, and pink. And while Varian may not have a memory of actually putting it together, he saw it in his hand during the dream he'd had the night prior. It's as familiar as the back of his hand.]
Yes!!
[He carefully pulls it out so as not to break the vials, lifting the staff up so he can turn it over and check for damage.]
I- I can't believe it, the vials haven't been broken! They still work!
[Later on, Varian gathers up as much of his extra junk as possible and sets himself up in the Cafeteria for a Yard Sard. There's a paper on the table that reads:]
Got too much junk from the machine, willing to trade for tools, parts, and other things you might not need! Feel free to take whatever you'd like without trading, too.
[Who knows, maybe something here belongs to you? Or you just really want that Grizabella p- no, the two identical Grizabellas he now owns. Someone take them, please.]
[OOC: Link to the items Varian has available!]
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The lizard, of course, will remain in a little glass beside her. It's not her type of pet, but everyone else in her dorm seems to have one. It's also not the only object she's keeping. A photo of several girls -- Maya included, is tucked off the side. She glances toward it with a fond smile every now and again. There's also a tablet but... Maya hasn't done much with that.
Yet.
Later, she'll tuck herself away in the computer lab. She's fairly certain it's one of her companions. It's locked, but... Maya's almost certain she's seen Claudine type the code in before. It takes a little bit of guesswork but eventually she finds the home screen.
After taking a moment to regard her old photo, she begins sifting through the apps until she finds Claudine's photo gallery. She has to have pictures of their friends, right?
Or. One... friend? Maya finds herself staring at a number of pictures of herself. Performance photos. Practice photos. They're all pictures of her.]
Saijo-san? [Someone's voice is a little loud for a library!]
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"I'm okay, mom. I'm okay."
The dream—the memories— that's changed some things. Peregrine keeps going over it in her mind, and she's not...okay, so to speak, but the way she holds herself is less...closed off? It's weird. This is weird.
The point is, yesterday she spent most of her time processing that, and doing a cursory look over the place. Today, she's going to really dig in and explore. She spends some time in the Auto Shop, not really looking at the car or anything, but instead trying to jerryrig a way to get that garage door open! ...It does not work. But feel free to find her with a crowbar, or staring very intently at that hydraulic car lift! ]
...We could always...maybe if that lift in the scene shop...
[ Later, before the meeting, she's got a lot of coins, so. Vending machine it is. Maybe that'll give her something she can use to get that garage door open!
It does not. It gives her a lot of things!! But none of them seem useful in the way she wants. She gets a particularly startling surprise when a whole deer comes flying at her— no. No wait, that's a fake deer. Like you'd use in a play. Peregrine lets out a shaky laugh, because she was totally not scared, and pushes it over. ]
Fake deer. Stupid fake deer. What's...
[ She'll spend a little time there, gathering up just all of this, separating them into food, clothes, etc. before she starts moving it all back into her room. Her trunk's getting kind of full... Maybe she should start actually getting rid of some of this stuff. ]
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But on Monday morning, he decides to try out the vending machine that everyone else has been getting into. He gets a lot of items from the vending machine. He does his best to sort them as he goes, with general piles of "food," "not food," and a special "to be destroyed" category for the "Death Note" - why does the vending machine keep spitting those out? Ugh.
He's a bit disappointed with what he's gotten so far (well, except for the meat pie - it was refreshing to have a taste of home. Almost reminded him of his landlady's cooking), truth be told. Until he puts in one last coin, and the vending machine rattles mysteriously again, and deposits a small, metal photograph.
Anyone coming into the Cafeteria will find Benjamin sitting at one of the tables might catch him with a disgustingly saccharine smile on his face, staring at the little photograph in his hands.]
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MEETING
Once everyone's gathered, he'll stand up so he can speak and get this meeting started]
Thank you all for coming. To say that the past few days have been exceptionally trying would be an understatement. What happened to Mumble was a terrible, tragic accident, but I believe almost all of us are in agreement when I say that what happened to Madame Elisabeth was undeserved, especially the horrible spectacle that the entire process was made out to be. [he takes a breath, and lets it out]
With all the events of last week in mind, it is starkly clear to me, as I’m sure it is to many of you, that our situation is even more dire than it seemed. Based on the items we received last Tuesday, it is clear that the Wizard will stoop as low as needed in order to produce the results he desires. Madame Eurydice suggested to me at one point the conservation of our resources, especially food, would be a boon. Admittedly, at the time it was not something I had considered before. Now, I feel it is something that should be a high priority. However, I fully admit to knowing nothing about the process and what might be required. Therefore, I would ask that the people who are more knowledgeable of the ins and outs of food and supply storage and distribution take charge of such a venture, and those that would wish to volunteer to help avail themselves to that person or peoples.
The next item I would like to discuss is that of not only finding a way out, but also the exploration of every nook and cranny of our prison. Again, this is not an area that I am personally knowledgeable in, however I’m aware of several people have been working on such a venture in the time that we’ve been here; I would ask that they share what information they already know, as well as take on any volunteers who would be interested in helping with such, perhaps breaking volunteers into teams if necessary. To this end, I would also suggest another meeting perhaps later in the week to discuss what has been discovered.
Finally, if there’s any new information that has come to light, I would ask that it be shared with everyone else, so that we are all on the same page.
Thank you very much for your attention. Now, let us begin:
EMERGENCY PROVISIONS
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Monday morning in Rodgers Dorm isn't pierced with a scream, exactly, but if any of the early early birds are still lingering as others begin to awaken, they'll see Elsa startle awake with a choked gasp, one hand clutching the front of her shirt so tightly it's almost as if she's about to tear through the fabric. The hand flattens out, like she's trying to feel her chest, her heart, before she takes another deep, shaking breath. She looks down at her hands - still unmarked, but she doesn't look.... happy. It's like there's a shadow cast across her face, and she stares at her hands for a good long time before she even attempts to get out of bed.
Later, she'll make a stop by the vending machine. While most of the things she receives are the typical junk inside, something she pulls out seems to shake her, in a good way; a long maroon shawl, which she immediately wraps around her shoulders. She presses a bit of the draping fabric against her face, breathing deep like she's trying to inhale some familiar scent, and just... stands there for a while. It's clear that this item has a lot of meaning to her.
For the rest of the day, Elsa doesn't take the shawl off. Which is fine, because she doesn't really putter around much. She'll stay curled up in the library, thumbing through a few books but not really reading them.]
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Most of his morning's spent in the nurse's office, oddly enough! Things being what they are, he's got no practical experience with first aid. Plenty of what's in here is straightforward enough; even he can't mess up applying a band-aid. But the other stuff? He'll be looking through cabinets and inspecting stuff for a little while]
Do you know what these are for? [It's an epi-pen!] And what's with that?
[He's...he's talking about the mannequin.
Later, he goes to the cafeteria to use the vending machine. Most of what he gets isn't terribly interesting. There's a couple extra harmonicas, and rather a lot of alcohol - he opens up the flask with the zig-zags to sniff the contents, then grimaces and closes it up again - but then there's a tape recorder! It's fancier and a bit more advanced than his mental picture of one, but still pretty recognizably a tape recorder.
Curious to listen, he goes over to sit at the table and flips it on. A gravelly voice comes out - basic conversation at first, like an interview, but then it starts to go places:]
Life is disappointment. It affects you because you have the opposite expectation. You expect everything should work out in your best interest. You're a good person, you deserve it. But nature doesn't care about your expectations...
[The Balladeer's brow is furrowed, elbows resting on the table. He doesn't move to turn it off.
After the meeting, he seems pretty withdrawn. He wasn't lying, when he said he'd rather know; it's better to just face the truth. But that doesn't mean the confirmation of his own death hasn't shaken him a little. The stuff about Hester, too, and about his show. He wants to believe things went well, that nothing as terrible as last week happened under his watch. As far as he remembers now, that's what happened! But is that just...an unreasonable expectation?
He doesn't want to think about this. He can't do anything about it, so...he goes to the library and sits down to watch a movie. The first thing he can find, really. He'll be here for the next two hours or so, just...taking all of that in.]
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TUESDAY
MOTIVE: You Don't Know What You've Got 'Til it's Gone
Good afternoon, everyone. Please come to the cafeteria for a special announcement.
[When everyone has gathered together in the cafeteria, Hester is waiting for them on the high-rise “stage”. Today’s motive outfit could almost be called “thematically appropriate” if you squint: a light blue summer dress covered in tiny white squares and a pair of those ruby slippers some of you have gotten from the vending machine. She looks down on everyone over the silver railing, her jaw set with a determination that doesn’t quite reach her eyes until she starts to sing.]
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique
And a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot
The Wizard has decided your next motive. [Scattered around the base floor of the room, it’s hard to miss the mannequins with envelopes wedged into their plastic hands. They’re all just like the others placed in classrooms and such, dressed in t-shirts and jeans and the occasional dress or skirt and the envelopes they’re holding all have the students’ names on them, just like last time.]
They took all the trees
Put 'em in a tree museum
[Her gaze glances over Connor for that particular line.]
Then they charged the people
A dollar and a half just to see 'em
Inside the envelopes are places you love. Homes, secret hideaways, jobs. If rule five isn’t acted upon by this Friday, these places will vanish forever and never be seen again.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot
[Hester watches while they collect their envelopes but once again doesn’t stick around for the aftermath. She turns on sparkly heel and slips away just the same as she did last week.]
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[Mime Club is meeting in the teacher’s lounge at noon! Anyone who shows up at that time will find that the entire room and everyone in it is suddenly in monochrome! Attractions here include:
- Delicious French refreshments! This mostly consists of a stellar bread and cheese platter, croissants, randomly placed baguettes, and some really good wine. It is much better than the vending machine wine.
- Berets! Also, tiny pet-sized berets!
- The Mimevert poster on one wall, overlooking you all. Suffer his presence.
Also, everyone here is now mute for the rest of Wednesday. Have fun miming everything! Maybe you can grab one of those wheely whiteboards from a classroom to write on.]
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She's going to drink this straight out of the bottle while wearing a beret, her feet kicked up onto one of the tables in the teacher's lounge. Welcome to Mime Club, everyone.]
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the noise that erupts from its throat is not human. Well, it is- but it's a set of human vocal chords reproducing a sound that is not. Anyone coming to investigate will find the SQUIP on its hands and knees, its other items scattered about it and forgotten as it stares before itself where a grey, oblong pill nearly blends in with the floor]
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DORMS
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Longacre
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Ambassador
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vending machine
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L for Les-- I mean Library.
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scene shop
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Kitchen | cw: deer skins. Just, cw for all that entails
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oh jeez
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caf
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Concession
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Gym 2: Gym Harder
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