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! ))

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vending machine - continued cw: ideation and cw: choking

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's on her way for some caffeine, to help soothe the hangover she's still got, when... the death note hits her feet. She bends to pick it up, and as she straightens, she glances over at Conner, on the floor. Then she looks in the book. Oh. Oh, no.

Farrah approaches, and drops down onto the floor nearby him, but not too close, criss-cross applesauce, as she flips to a clean page in the Death Note.]

Guess it doesn't work? [Still worth a shot. She carefully writes in the notebook-- Riley Williams: Chokes on her own agenda, while on facebook live.]

[brokeforgood]

Annleigh tried at first. But she just kept getting in trouble for not watching me good enough, and the charm of having a new stepsister wore off quick, since I was --- you know. [Herself.]

That sounds like a nice place to be. Really motivational.

[mcfife]

[Angus swallows. The sword is beautiful, yet will spell his future death if he is not careful.]

Who is that? Saijo, the swordswoman?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah fluffs the pillows up to share, and settles in with the snacks, grateful. When Spongebob speaks up, she can't help but laugh-- and she smiles, for what may be the first time that day.]

You're right. Nothing helps out a sad soul like a funny cartoon. [And he's helping her.]

[yourattention]

I think I might have to wait another couple minutes. I didn't write down a cause of death.

[He just sounds tired. Like really, really tired.]

Computer Lab

[mcfife]

[Computers are simple to understand. They could access the mainframe of the school, set up weapons and traps, track The Wizard...

Or they could just do the bare minimum. There has been nothing of note except for the decent art projects. But this is war. How are they supposed to fight The Wizard with this?

Connor seems to also be stuck exploring the computer lab's offerings, and Angus ignores his work for the most part until- is he crying? Yeah, he's somewhere on the floor and crying?

Angus stands up, looking for him.] Connor? [Just walking over to his side of the room, where he's mysteriously disappeared.]

[mayavericks]

Claudine Saijo. [She traces her fingers over the pigtails -- entirely unlike her -- before pushing the photo back.]

She is a classmate of mine. A talented woman, second only to myself.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah flips back a few pages to the Connor scribbles.]

Wow. Your handwriting sucks. [She writes “cause of death: dies of joy!!” next to his name, with a little smile underneath the !!]

[yourattention]

[The image he's been working on is mostly finished, of a brightly smiling teenager. It's been saved as "m."]

Shit, sorry. I... I... [He looks down at his hands.] He was, he was—

[Connor covers his mouth, looking desperately... afraid?]

[violentenvies]

[This time, he doesn't flinch at the destruction. Instead, he goes pale as she tells him that she was murdered--stabbed, again and again--]

That's-- [his voice is tight, strained Nothing's gonna harm you fists clenching at his sides Not while I'm around, watching the destruction continue]

I...[No one's gonna hurt you] I'm sorry, Farrah.

[yourattention]

Sorry I didn't bust out my fancy calligraphy to write my name down.

[He motions for the notebook and pencil. Might as well be ambivalent as fuck about this whole thing.]

[mcfife]

And this is her? [He points at the duel-wielding pink woman wearing the jacket.]

[brokeforgood]

[She pauses in her rampage, to look at him—- and for just a moment, she’s failed him too. She can see it. And the rage washes away, replaced by something more full of despair.]

I really fucked up. I ruined the team. For her to hate me that much—- [ She stops. And just stares at him, helplessly, hands pressed against her chest and stomach where the blood had been heaviest, in the photos.]

[mayavericks]

I don't know.

[She glances up at Angus.]

It is her sword. The uniform is... similar, at least. But she certainly isn't... pink like this. And she has never used a weapon like that.

[She taps the scythe!]

[brokeforgood]

That’s the time for it. [She scribbles Chess’ name, and that she falls while on live television and breaks her neck— then passes it back to him.]

Like, imagine if that’s the last thing you wrote. Before you.... died.

[mcfife]

[There he is. Angus kneels and rests a hand on his shoulder.]

Connor, do not be afraid. You are safe here. [He glances at the drawing - someone from his home?]

[mayavericks]

[She really... doesn't know what to say, other than that. She doesn't have siblings, can't empathize one way or another. But... she can at least give Farrah a little squeeze, right?]

I'm sorry.

[yourattention]

[Like, what? The last thing you wrote before you died was your name on some kid's cast? Weird.]

... You good? [He looks over at her.] We can have an awful conversation if you need to.

[mcfife]

[One answer is that she is secretly a shapeshifting wizard, but that seems highly unlikely for a young actress.]

What if...the assassin stole her weapon in an effort to kill me?

[brokeforgood]

[his handwriting was so bad on that cast]

Shouldn't I be asking you that? You kind of just wrote your name in a freakin' Death Note.

[mayavericks]

And her outfit? [She shakes her head.] I could believe it if it were me in that photo. But why would they attempt to take on the resemblance of someone you could never have known? There is no... narrative sense to it.

[yourattention]

[Connor shakes his head, even as the steady beat of a drum, spaced like a heartbeat, starts up in the background.]

He was, he was
Sitting next to me, in Chemistry class
Half talking, half laughing, half studying gas
The music plays over, but nothing's to come
In this remix of memories, the loop of the
drum

[violentenvies]

[she looks at him, helplessly, and what can he do but move towards her, ascending already reaching out for her, to put his hands on her shoulders, put an arm around her, something--]

No matter what happened, what you did, for her to do such a thing--it's unforgivable. [there's a tightness to his voice, an anger that's building in his chest] I am so, so sorry, Farrah.

[yourattention]

Ehhhhhh, I'd write my name in a Death Note on a normal day. [He's started doing an elaborate Fancy Lettering™ version of his name on a blank page.] Who's Riley that you hate her so much?

[mcfife]

What if I were to meet her in the future? Once we leave, I expect that we will visit each other across dimensions. [And then, and then...there's got to be more.] I may not know her well enough to tell that someone is disguised as Claudine Saijo the actress.