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

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine corrects: ]

I didn't fight a bear, okay, we just scared it.

[tellthestory]

...oh. I'm sorry.

[He's quiet for a moment, as the conversation plays in the background. What would you do if the worst thing happened? It seems unkind to keep pressing, when Brett seems so plainly uncomfortable, but...maybe that's why, then. What would you do? Do you know?]

[fourbutts]

Oh, sorry, you just intimidated a bear so hard it didn't want to fuck with you. My bad.

[tellthestory]

What, do they have weapons from everyone's homes here?

[The Balladeer looks askance at the dagger, immediately not trusting this! Why does the Wizard put such threatening shit in there?]

DORM HARASSMENT TIME

[voicerights]

It's a soda. My activation agent. [BRB HEADING FOR THE DORMS] And even if it's not me in there, if a SQUIP is active, it can sync and greatly improve our chances of escape.

[so uh

people?

don't mind it just barging in dorms and looking for peoples' belongings to rifle through unless Orpheus can stop it]

Scene Shop

[whatyouwant]

[Elle comes into the scene shop, sees the deer, and jumps.]

Holy shit!

[At her heels, Bruiser yips.]

Oh, it's dead.

kitchen

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer, unfortunately, chose this week to go to the club!

Being voiceless is particularly stressful for someone of his particular nature, so he definitely had the thought of trying some tea with honey. That's supposed to help, isn't it? He doesn't attempt to greet Farrah immediately, moving right for the pot of water with some apparent alarm. Let's just uhhhhhh...he can get out some cups and start with this tea?

(oh no is this the literally singing tea)]

[tellthestory]

[...okay, are we all just ignoring the face paint, or...?

The Balladeer walks up and peers at the SQUIP quizzically, before motioning to his own face. Dude, what is up?]

[voicerights]

[WHUP IGNORE THE PLURAL THEN THE MUN MISUNDERSTOOD

Just. Staring down at the thing.

Up at Cass.

Down at it.

Resists the urge to draw back a foot]

This is...yours?

[voicerights]

[...?

It tilts its head, frowning at the Balladeer before reaching up to touch its face. It appears there is something on it, but -

-alright, just gonna glance around for something reflective. Maybe like, y'know, a knife.]

Spongebob's drawers

[employeeoftheyear]

[Oh there's a ton of cute little drawings of everyone here as fish here! And a lot of pairs of underwear.]

[voicerights]

[USELESS wait what does it look like as a fish]

hall

[brokeforgood]

Yeah, not super into the whole sleep thing this week.

[Farrah's lingering in the hall outside of the dorms, her hair down, wearing the ridiculous dinosaur pajamas, the white plush cow on her lap. She'll get back to the sleepover in a bit, but for now...]

What's your excuse?

[mcfife]

[Angus is just sitting on his bed with his stuffed animals and reading books. There are several items stored in the two suitcases on the floor that the SQUIP can rifle through, but not without comment.]

What are you doing?

[voicerights]

Looking for Mountain Dew. With everything that's come out of the stand, there is a high probability one of you has some.

[tailor_made]

[Hester startles at the sudden intrusion, her fingers slamming down on the keys of her little pink laptop. She flashes the two of them an annoyed frown.]

Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you can steal my office, Peregrine- [ She glances at Connor and immediately her annoyance fades to concern.] Is something wrong with Connor?

[As a general note, the office has a surprisingly homey feel for a school office.]

Computer Lab

[stagemanagers]

[Okay! Well, for one thing - despite the apparent age of the computers, they all appear to have been booted up for the first time on June 13, 2021.]

[voicerights]

[And we're not going to get too specific for the sake of brevity, but is there any sign of them being wiped/reformatted prior to such? Because this tech is definitely older than that, jfc]

Scene Shop

[tellthestory]

[To his immense regret, the Balladeer has been to the mime club! So instead of saying anything when he finds the box, he just sort of leans down to pick it up and put it somewhere a little more convenient. In fairness, it's not like he has any particular reason to think there's someone in there - who does that?]

[yourattention]

[By the time Varian manages to catch up with Ruddiger, Connor's got like eight apples stuffed in his pockets and he's talking to Ruddiger as he waves an apple around.]

If you eat all those and get sick, you trash panda, I'm not responsible. [He looks over at Varian.] Oh hey, yeah uh. I put in a coin and it was 76 trombones, apple edition.

[There's just. Apples everywhere. There's so many apples. I simply did not realize how many apples are in a bushel.]

Gym 2

[whatyouwant]

[Elle hangs back and watches for a few minutes before applauding a particularly impressive move.]

You're really good at this!

[comeandfindme]

What d'you compose for? ...I mean, we've got a lot of instruments here, but... I've never really written any music. How's it work?

[whatyouwant]

And so cute! I hope they're both okay without him.

[comeandfindme]

Lovely of you to care— [ No. No, this is about Connor and snapping at Hester isn't going to help. ] Yes. There is. So we need your office. There's nowhere else that's remotely private here.

[ Peregrine does not sound like she'll take no for an answer. She also doesn't seem to be eager to let go of Connor's hand. ]

[tellthestory]

What?

[Look, he's just hangin' in their shared dorm, trying to live his life.]