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

[sugarlumps]

No one understands the burdens of being so amazingly hot. It's hard and no one understands. ​It's our croissant to bear.


[She takes a really angry bite of pie. It's not great, but it's chocolate and sugar.]

But I understand and I am lumping here for you. ...like if you want pie or to talk or make out or whatever.

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's easy to know of someone, but not know them. That was the case with Rina; she seemed like a nice enough girl, and Elsa smiled and waved when they passed each other in the halls or settled in for the night in the dorm. But she feels a similar way - two of their number are gone, when they were so sure that nobody would die that week. How could she go for much longer, not talking to the others? They can only rely on each other right now, locked away from the world as they are...

When she looks up, she manages a smile, huffing out a little laugh at the sheet held up. How charming...]

A little, yes. [She can't say she feels totally better, but. At the very least, she's not about to lapse into a panic attack.] Has the day been treating you well, Rina?

[defyingfrigidity]

[This was a desperately needed lift of her spirits. It's not enough to really make Elsa feel better, after the trial and her dreams, but it's nice. Like a balm on an angry wound. So when she turns to face Cassandra, there's actually a smile on her face - a somewhat tired smile, but a smile all the same.]

It's not new new. It's... something from back home. [She spreads her arms out, so Cassandra can get a better look at the shawl.] This was my mother's.

[defyingfrigidity]

[No matter how bad things get, the feeling of her mother's shawl around her does wonders to clear the fog of despair from Elsa's head. It's not enough to completely rid her of that gnawing feeling, but it's enough that she can manage a smile when the Balladeer approaches. She opens her mouth, about to respond-

And then her thoughts grind to a halt when she notices the strap of the guitar. That... there's no way. She knows he can't be from her world, so how....?]

Where did you get that???

[tellthestory]

I...well, I wouldn't have said she's subjecting me to anything...

[tellthestory]

What did you think was impossible?

[tellthestory]

Well - sure, nothing against pancakes. But I've never been there.

[defyingfrigidity]

]"Too"? Did they all have nightmares about home? That... can't be a coincidence, can it?]

Cocoa, yes... something warm. I think that would help.

[Another shaky breath, and she rubs her hands nervously against her sheet-covered legs.]

I think I just need something to settle my nerves, that's all.

[tellthestory]

Oh - hi!

[Do we say hi to dogs? He guesses we say hi to dogs!]

Wow, I've never seen a real live dog before! He's so small! [do not ask about his specific choice of phrase!]

Teacher's Lounge

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ It's just Orpheus's intent to check the teacher's lounge briefly to see if anything's changed since yesterday, but Janis gets his attention as he peers in the door.

Oh, um, sure? Is that a camera?

[ Orpheus points at the thing in front of her that isn't snacks or books. It doesn't look like the other ones, but it has a lens on the front, and she's talking about filming, so. He steps into the room fully and sits down across from her. ]

[tellthestory]

From the machine! It's mine from home.

[The Balladeer can see that something is happening here, but he's got no idea what.]

Maya got it, actually...?

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer startles a little when she turns it off and speaks. He had been rather absorbed in the interview - some quality of it was...it catches at you.]

Oh? Why's that? I mean - I guess that was a little...dark.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus nods. ] I'll be right back.

[ And he'll leave the room, returning a few minutes later with two mugs of hot cocoa. He hands one to Elsa and sits down on his own bed which for convenience we'll assume is near hers. ]

Here, take this.

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Right, perhaps she should have been a bit more specific.]

No, the- that strap. Where did you get that before here?

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer looks up sharply, surprised.]

It came out of the machine. Is...is it yours?

[It clearly isn't really; neither of the voices on it are hers, and he sort of assumes it belongs to the interviewer. But if she knows them, then that's near enough.]

[tellthestory]

Oh...oh, I don't know.

[He turns to peer at the strap where it rests over his shoulder. The pattern's pretty and colorful, so he'd liked it, but he hadn't thought it might be all that significant.]

The last time I saw it, I had an old leather one. It was pretty beat up, so I thought - makes sense that I got a new one at some point. Why do you ask?

[brokeforgood]

Hey. I'm sure it'll be fine. If they wanted to kill our family members over this, they'd just say that-- that's way more encouraging. [FARRAH....]

[tellthestory]

Maybe there was more to it.

[The Balladeer's pretty sure that there wasn't much else that happened, before the dream-memory he got back; that was supposed to happen pretty soon. But maybe it could happen all mixed up?]

Shame you had to remember that part first. [...] Is there - you want me to get you some water or something?

[sugarlumps]

See? These motives are all stupid lies.

[tellthestory]

......could be.

[But last week's wasn’t.]

[brokeforgood]

She's kind of obsessed with Jesus. It's like... a main personality trait for her, but also probably her biggest character flaw.

But I get it. She had a parent die, before I came around.

[barberic]

[Despite rolling Insight with disadvantage, it's hard not to notice Orpheus' reaction. Enough to make him temper his enthusiasm. Just slightly.

He smiles, completing the circle by clapping his hand onto Orpheus' shoulder as well.]

Indeed we will. I'm quite homesick already, and now I'll only be even moreso. [But his expression softens, concerned, though the smile doesn't disappear.] And you know, my friend, if you or your wife ever need anything... We're in this together, after all, if there's anything I can do to help just say the word.

[brokeforgood]

That makes sense-- theater kids do love Dennys.

[mayavericks]

I look forward to it greatly, then. It will be one of my motivations to ensure we all leave this place safely.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice takes the envelope, fairly confident she knows what she's going to see. This time, she opens it with everyone else, standing there in the crowd.

It's not what she expected. It's not even close. It's -- ]

You can't! That's against your own rules!

[ This outburst is very, very unlike her, and it's only after the fact that she realizes she's just compromised herself. So she stuffs the picture into her pocket and walks out of the room as quickly as she can, not turning back to see anyone's reaction. ]