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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! ))

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... We're all fictional, aren't we? Like. In the grand scheme of things, we're all from someone else's story. [He hesitates for a moment.] Do you... know how it ends?

[He's not really sure how much fourth wall-y shit B knows.]

[............]

Okay, so like. I know comphet is a hell of a drug, but uhhhh. I'm kinda wondering if this is one of those cases where, like, you pull someone's metaphorical pigtails because you like them? But you're not really sure how to say that. [A beat.] Or one of those cases where you're really not sure if you wanna be someone or date them until you kiss them.

To think that you may have a wealth of legal knowledge in your brain, waiting to be remembered.

It's just... Studying form. That's all.

[Lots of studying. Totally.]

I have heard of the ball drop, yes.

[But then Maya just sort of blinks...

A few times.]

And this is entertainment for you?

[She's incredulous.]

[Maya wrinkles her nose.]

It's not -- that. [Not compehet, that is. Maya has never once believed herself to be straight in her entire life.]

Saijo-san is the closest I have to an equal. But romantically? [Ah, hell. Her cheeks are flushing faintly.] I think we would drive one another insane, if we tried that.

...You got away.

You're standing right here.

[That's... that's how that works. Right?]

[Another day in the academy, another morning waking up to coins gathered on her bedside. Well. Cassandra gathers them up and sets out to her daily routine, a good workout cycle in the gym, pushups, squats, crunches that end with her laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

After that was breakfast, and then a trip to the concession stand. Come on, no blood chunks... No blood chunks...! Bingo! Cassandra's got a new haul to sort through. And what a haul it is.]

No way!

[An honest, genuine gasp escapes her lips as they curve upwards. Her eyes alight as they lay upon the blade in the pile; it's so familiar, sleek and well-maintained. It's Cassandra's, of course. One of them, anyway.

She spends the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, squaring away the items obtained from the vending machine. Mainly in the form of a well-organized pile in Longacre.

Then! It's back to the gym... 2! Where, with very real sword in hand, Cassandra is practicing her thrusts and parries. It's not easy training with herself - it's a fight she has ever chance to win, and little way to lose. No stakes. Still, she's hard at work.

...Of course, half the training seems to be Cassandra attempting to dance around the strange little thing eagerly trotting around her feet.]

[You know what's stupider than seventy six trombones coming out of the vending machine? A hundred and twenty five apples just. Tumbling down out of the machine. All at once. You might find Connor running around the cafeteria trying to round up all these fucking apples or later on in the kitchen making an apple pie for Spongebob's party. Listen, when life gives you apples... make a fucking apple pie. Or two. Or three.

There's a lot of fucking apples, alright?

You might also find him with the pie in the oven, looking at an email that he also got from the machine, before all the apples.]

What the shit is this even? This is the second one of these I've gotten.

[For the record, he's wearing the awful purple duster jacket he's been working on for like two weeks. It's ugly. It looks a lot like it's been splattered with blood. It's not a flattering color on him. He simply doesn't care.]

I... my dream last night sucked, is all.

[He brings his knees up closer to him, hugging them closer to him.]

Figured out where the missing two years of my life went, partly. I just... didn't expect them to be like that, I guess. I don't... know how I got to what I saw.

[Listen, man. Even queers are subject to comphet sometimes!!]

Uh-huh. You sure about that? 'cause I definitely think this seems a lot like an enemies to lovers thing.

[Using her grip on Connor's shoulders, Elle pulls herself forward to hug him.]

I'm sorry. [She doesn't know what else to say. She doesn't want to push, and it's likely an issue she can't do anything about here. She can support, though. If there's one thing Elle Woods can do, it's support.]

If I thought the Wizard cared about things like laws, it might actually be useful.

They're a Central American breed and were pretty rare until the 1900's. [Said as she continues to check over Bruiser. The dog seems pretty happy, tail wagging, looking curiously up at Benjamin.]

He seems okay. I guess the animals in there must be eating some of that food that comes out. Do you want to pet him?

[Seemingly satisfied nothing is wrong, Elle tucks him under one arm and stands.]

He's super friendly!

[SQUIP or not, that's a sound of abject shock if ever there was one. Varian can't place it as a specific emotion other than that, though. He's not sure he'd be able to if he tried. He can't say he knows the SQUIP well per-say, but he does enjoy the few conversations he's had with it. Even if its methods of interacting with people can at times be...unintentionally blunt and abrasive, perhaps.

So this show of emotion is more than a little startling as Varian rushes over, his hands out in front of him like he's not sure if he should try to help it stand or...what.]

H-hey! What's wrong?

[He can't quite see the pill just yet, but even if he could he'd have no reason to think that's the source of the issue.]

We can start with finding decent armor and a prop weapon. Do you need more time here?

[Varian happens to be passing by just as Angus is telling his lizard he won't let any harm befall it...and it takes him a moment to realize he's talking about something that just appeared newly from the vending machine.

Something...new.]

Hey, Angus...what is that?

[Has the SQUIP forgotten to eat? Did it discover another weakness of the human body? Angus runs over to ask, but he's distracted by the largest item on the floor.]

That's the Gloryhammer! What happened to it?

She stabbed me a lot, Cassandra.

[Her voice shrinks. She sits down on the risers, and puts her face into her hands.]

It hurt so bad. And I just wanted to close my eyes so it’d all stop. And it did.

I didnt get away.

[Varian isn't holed up in the dorm quite as often as he had been on the first and second weeks, mostly because...well. One probably doesn't need to ask why. Turning his planned memorial into an ofrenda made things a bit easier to bear at least, a reminder of celebration of life as opposed to the recent losses of friends...but he is in there today, no doubt working on more schematics that he's haphazardly pinning to the wall by his bed.

He's on the floor as soon as he hears Maya pounding on it though, mostly because, well...Maya's always showed healthy concern for all of them, but she's never done this. He's opening the door as soon as he's able, immediately looking down the hall when he does.]

Maya? What's wrong, did something happen?

Last time I checked, I didn't know a "Will".

[Varian remarks as he appears from behind the lift, offering Janis a slight wave. How long has he been here? Who knows with Varian, possibly all day. He does notice the deer upon peeking into view though, his brows making a bid for his hairline.]

Oh hey...you got one of those too.

[Why did the machine spit out so many knives this week, please don't be a sign-

Varian is here, possibly grabbing a snack, or maybe just passing by, when he spies Cassandra lifting up a blade that glints in the flourescent light of the cafeteria. Yep, looks like Cassandra's alright.]

Friend of yours?

[After cleaning off the pink dirt from his hammer, Angus wanders into the gym for actual weapon practice. He's gone nearly three weeks without practice, which isn't all that terrible in peacetime, but unreasonable when there's a villain to defeat.

He wear light clothes from the costume room and the red cloak from the vending machine - the closest thing to his regal cape. Thankfully, he won't be alone tonight.]

Hail to you, Cassandra! [He lifts the Hammer of Glory up high.] And her guest?

[A nod]

It's taken ten centuries to finally be rid of him, but there is no chance of him coming back, not when he's dust. We don't have anything else to fear. [Except for the sequel hook.]

[You know who else likes apples? Ruddiger likes apples. A lot. Like, some days if he had to choose between Varian and a nice, shiny red apple? He'd go for the apple, because fuck yes, apples.

So seeing just an entire sea of them rolling across the floor is basically a dream come true, meaning that all Varian has to do is set foot in the Cafeteria long enough to be stunned by what he's seeing before Ruddiger launches himself off his shoulders like a little furry torpedo.]

Wh- hey! Ruddiger!

[Varian hurries to catch up, but by the time he has Ruddiger like...has snatched up one apple in one paw, then one in the other, now he has one in his mouth...he can't really carry more than this, and that's a tragedy. It's about that time that Varian notices Connor trying to pick them all up, and since Varian doesn't want to deal with the consequences of his raccoon taking a bite out of each one of them, he'll immediately stoop down to start picking them up himself.]

Apples? Did all of these come out of the machine-!?

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