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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[voicerights]

[TOO BAD SQUIP COMIN' FOR YO SHIT]

Mountain Dew. Do you have any?

[yourattention]

I feel like writing me fake, contextless letters is maybe not the most coherent way to do that. [He crumples the letter up and shoves it in his pocket.] They don't even sign them.

[He did not get the proper memory regain this week to give him context for these weird emails.]

Scene Shop

[tellthestory]

Who's Will?

[is she.......talking to the deer, or...........?]

[comeandfindme]

[ ... ]

One of my friend's digital recorders was here. So...it stands to reason they're taking our stuff. Or...stuff of people close to us.

[yourattention]

I mean, it's just—it's not that big of a deal, we don't have to bother Hester about it...

[His voice gets quieter as he speaks, as his shoulders hunch further. He's trying to make himself take up as little space as possible, which is, uh. Difficult when you're six feet tall.]

[sugarlumps]

Hey, hey-!

[Yeah, SQUIP is getting whacked repeatedly with a pillow.]

Stop that! HEY EVERYONE, SQUID IS VIOLATING MY PERSONAL PRIVACY-Y-Y-!

[comeandfindme]

Huh? Oh! Oh, yeah, sorry. I forgot to... He's my mentor. Everything I know about survivalism, I've learned from him.

[voicerights]

[ok but more importantly; is there any dew because it's ignoring her pillowing as best it can!!!]

[comeandfindme]

[ What would you do if the worst thing happened?

She listens. Just, listens for a moment. ]

...He told me about this. That...his parents died when he was a kid. It's why... He seemed to be the only one who understood. Like— that I didn't wanna just move on.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus nods, a little distantly, thinking about Eurydice, and what she's seen. How hard it is for her to trust anyone. ]

I don't think it would be, no. [ And he thinks about how he wants to travel, wants to see more of the world for himself. But would he find himself jaded by it, like this man was? Is that really how things are?

He sighs, and shakes his head. ]

You should try to find who this belongs to? Someone here must be a friend of his, or of the person doing the interview. They'll probably want this.

[yourattention]

... Makes sense, I guess. You know your own story, but not necessarily. [He twists the glass of water in the condensation on the table.] Well, that's spoilers, right? And nobody likes that shit.

[He huffs out a breath, amused. The question he was asking was specific to him, maybe, but that's okay. It's better not to know, maybe. To... write a new ending.]

[comeandfindme]

[ She sighs. ]

I'd like it more if I had the right tools to smoke 'em. I could actually work the leather properly, like that.

Ambassador Dorm

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer's not actually out and about tonight. He hasn't really been in the habit, not since...well, staying out so late last Friday. But he's sitting up in his cot when Benjamin returns, reading something by the dim glow of one of those enchanted rose props.]

Oh - hey, there you are. Couldn't sleep?

[tellthestory]

[The bundle feels like it's got several long, thin rods inside - you know, like curtain rods! Orpheus might even be able to catch a glimpse of something like that before - ]

Oh - hey, what's that?

[sugarlumps]

[There is not because I am a terrible slacker who's been failing at regains.]

[The pillowing is not stopping, nor is the screaming. Not sorry.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

No, it's okay. I understand.

[ Again, he missed out on the details, but after what happened last week, it's... sort of easy to guess why someone would be on-edge. He reaches out with the hand not holding the knife and takes the lizard carefully. ]

I don't really know how to take care of a lizard? I think Angus was building a place for them to stay, though. Or someone was. [ He thinks back, trying to remember, before shaking his head. ] I'll figure it out. Are you okay, though?

[mayavericks]

Talk around him in circles in legalese, perhaps?

[fourbutts]

This is true, this is true. However, I am not Discord.

[ She considers for a moment. ]

I'm just wondering if Will here needs a dye job or something.

[mayavericks]

I have discipline, Murphy-san. I can avoid thoughts of romance when I am trying to defend the lives of those here.

[voicerights]

[m o o d tho

but eventually it seems (dis)satisfied, emitting a frustrated sound before finally turning to Deal With This]

Enough!

[mayavericks]

Position zero is the center of the stage. Claiming that simply ends the duel. What we are competing for is to be the "top star." That is what grants us our eternal wish.

[brokeforgood]

[She hands it over, then takes a step back. Prop or not, she still wants to keep her distance.]

I’m trapped in what I thought was juvie, but is actually some kind of bad murder movie, just remembered I’m dead, and that thing keeps shooting the thing that murdered me out.


I’m super.

[sugarlumps]

[You know what, this is almost certainly not the first time LSP has drunk Cartoon Alcohol, Lumpy Space is basically Teen Soap Opera Drama Dimension.]

[She's sitting down next to Farrah with a couple more bottles of pilfered wine and a pair of glasses. She gonna share right]

[...that's not really a question cause if she doesn't LSP is just gonna start pouring anyway.]

[mayavericks]

[Grapes are good. She grabs a handful of those, as well as a few bananas. With that settled, she adjusts her grip on Ruddiger so that he's tucked beneath her arm instead, and heads back out into the cafeteria. Eventually, they settle at a table, where she hands the grapes over and gets to work on peeling the bananas.]

We called my friend Banana-chan, have I told you that?

[sugarlumps]

That's what I've been saying! Stop perving on my stuff you creep!