Week Three

[stagemanagers]

[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! ))

Comments

[yourattention]

I cannot believe the man who kidnapped us all and is forcing us to murder each other would ruin everything too.

[/sarcasm]

[yourattention]

That's fair. Charades might be fun, with this crowd. [He thinks for a moment.] Dictionary? Never have I ever?

[tellthestory]

No...no, I'm sorry.

[She's got every right to be worried. Maybe he doesn't really feel like he can do much about it right now, but that's more important.]

But I'm going to make sure everyone there's safe. Or...I was. [Boy, this memory thing makes tenses weird!] I promise, that was my plan.

[comeandfindme]

[ It seems something! when will the balladeer know what a podcast is, that's the real question— ]

Yeah, reporter-types are always really finicky about all their interviews and stuff, so.

[yourattention]

Uh-huh. Let me know how that goes for you in the future, huh?

[yourattention]

[Connor is about to say something about picking up the pizza crust and then thinks better of it. Instead he heads back toward the cafeteria and assumes Ruddiger is gonna follow him.]

What do you eat? Carrots? There's probably still berries from lunch. Raccoons are omnivores, so like... chicken? There's probably chicken in the fridge.

[He's mostly talking to himself, but he is watching Ruddiger. Varian's said he understands human words, even if he can't say them back, so maybe he'll recognize something? He doesn't know.]

[yourattention]

[Oh, um. Oh.

This is better than yesterday, when he was upset about it and couldn't really... focus on it. He was up in his own head at the time and now he's able to relax into her embrace and awkwardly hug her back. She's, um. Shorter than him, so it's a little awkward? Position-wise.]

There's something else in the box too, you know.

[yourattention]

Yeah. I know the feeling. Someone taught me that when you're feeling overwhelmed you breathe in for four counts, hold your breath for seven, and then breathe out for eight. It helps to center you and then you can kind of... assess what's happening?

[He shrugs. It doesn't really help him all the time, but it helps sometimes.]

[mayavericks]

Of course. He is one of our number, right?

[Listen... Sometimes you are crushed beneath the weight of 76 trombones and it forces you to imprint upon a raccoon. It happens.]

I promised to watch over all of you. I meant that.

[comeandfindme]

[ It is, potentially, very awkward!! She didn't think this through!!! But that's Peregrine for you, she's like half a foot shorter so her face is like, in his collarbone and we're just going to deal with it. ]

What...? Seriously, this is more than enough— [ Possibly the only thing to get her to step back, to look in the box for whatever else he's giving her. She withdraws the friendship bracelet, utterly bewildered and entranced by it, maybe as much as the cloak. It's so simple, but— ] You made this too, didn't you?

[mayavericks]

I am certain it will go absolutely fine. I have -- mostly avoided it thus far!

[yourattention]

I needed something to do with my hands yesterday. I tried drawing but, uh. I kind of just ended up crying? So I thought something mindless would be better.

[He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a hand. Yeah, no. He actually made this an entire week ago. Farrah's bracelet is what he made yesterday.]

[comeandfindme]

[ It’s weird that he’s admitting that so freely—the crying, like, she knows she kind of saw him massively breakdown yesterday, but Midwesterners tend to Put All Their Emotions Here (derogatory) and then one day, they’ll die. She’s kind of sick of that so? Honestly refreshing? So really refreshing?

She’s too into this aspect of it all to catch anything that could rip off that he’s telling a little white lie, basically. Especially as she runs her fingers over the bracelet. ]

…I don’t really wear bracelets, you know? [ And yet, she holds out her arm, after setting the box on the floor. ] Help me put it on?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

That's her. Wait, you know her too?

[--oh.]

Wait, let me guess. She's a fairy tale for you, right?

[yourattention]

You know, like the computers in the lab? You can send letters pretty instantly on a computer, so assuming they responded the same day, I would've gotten this within a few minutes. [He pauses and looks down at the letter.] It doesn't have to be someone who lived nearby, but that would make the most sense? There's too much personal information for it to be a random person across the world.

[yourattention]

They don't last for much longer than that, like maybe a week and a half? Unless we refrigerate them, but I don't know if I wanna take up space in the fridge like that.

[He's gonna have to ask Orpheus about this, huh.]

[yourattention]

[You cry in front of like six different people and suddenly you get real fucking comfortable with your feelings about it! Just real cavalier about the whole deal.]

Sure. [He trakes the bracelet from her and gently ties it around her wrist.] There you go. I tried for a design that, uh. Wouldn't get in the way? You can wash it, if you really need to.

[Or he can just make her a new one. He'll probably just make her a new one, if this one gets dirty or something.]

[yourattention]

Pretty much. The internet was a mistake, actually, and that's just the shape of it. [A beat.] There's a whole song about that, but I'm not singing "The Internet Is For Porn." Not even for the meme.

[yourattention]

Nah, I never watched the video. They were just passing it around on Facebook, 'cause you know. People fucking suck.

[yourattention]

Nah. I'm good, actually. Let's go raid the costumes and see what we can find, huh?

[He does turn to save what he was working on before turning the computer off, though.]

[yourattention]

[Internally, Connor is wondering why flirting with LSP is way easier than flirting with Peregrine. Is it because Peregrine seems like she would stab him if he said anything even remotely flirty? Probably.

He should just eat this pie. Yeah, he's just gonna eat this pie and not think about that, honestly.]

........ Thanks, Princess. [He bumps his shoulder into her.] You've got my back and I've got yours, yeah?

[yourattention]

Nah, it's—I'm just spouting bullshit, I think. I don't really want to know how everything ended. We're here. The ending's already different.

[And that's a good thing, maybe. He thinks it could be a good thing, at least.]

[yourattention]

[Oh.

Today's weird. Peregrine hugged him earlier and he... well. This time he doesn't freeze, but it's a very close thing. Tentatively, Connor hugs Elle back and it's nice. Like, holy shit. Nobody's really touched him aside from Miguel in a long time and it's so nice to feel loved because people are touching you.]

..... It's okay. I think—no, I am going to make it better.

[yourattention]

[Connor takes a shaky breath and then swallows. He doesn't have the words really? But that's alright. There's gentle instrumentation in the background and his voice trembles, but the words are clear.]

/Even when the dark came crashing through
and I need a friend to get a clue
Though I'm broken on the ground,
I have been found

[Peregrine came to find him and she'll help him get through. Right? :)]

[violentenvies]

Well...in that case, that's easy enough to teach. [he'll set the lined paper on the piano stand, as well as the pencil, and turns his attention to the keys]

We'll start here, before the paper. Now--have you played any piano before?