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]

I don't care what she thinks. [ The unspoken admission: I care about you.

She doesn't let go. She doesn't dare. ]

What're you talking about...? They're not...just some memories. [ ... ] You're upset. You should be allowed...to be upset.

[brokeforgood]

I really don’t think I got away. I don’t know what he did, to get me here, but... Oh my God. I don’t know. [She glances at Cassandra, reassured that she’s at least trying to comfort her. And she’s definitely safe from Riley here, at least.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Hm. Well, this is pretty standard. Cassandra's seen cuts like this before; all typical of mishaps with sharp items. It's bleeding, yes, but not deep enough that it would develop into a major problem. She's had cuts just like this, you don't get to her level of experience with a sword without them.]

I've seen worse. You just need to get some bandages on this and you'll live.

[She rises and starts looking through cabinets and drawers... Where does a doctor keep their medical stuff??]

How'd you get this cut, anyway?

[voicerights]

[Looks at LSP

Looks at Orpheus

B|]

As you wish.

[Allowing self to be led out, not even giving LSP another look]

[mayavericks]

[She shakes her head.]

It feels... like a sick joke, really. Especially this one. It was... like it had been used.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Not always? [ says Orpheus, before realizing that that's not a useful or good thing to say. ] But, you look fine now? I'm not - I believe you, but how can you be dead if you're here?

[themuseabandonsyou]

Maybe one of the other machines has it? [ says Orpheus, who's decided that maybe if he just keeps talking everything will be fine. ] The ones with windows on the front. They seem to have a lot of bottled sodas? I haven't really been paying attention to them. Does it have to be Mountain Dew? Can one of the other kinds work, if you really need it to?

[brokeforgood]

I don’t know. I... [Her theories are all too awful to voice.]

I just don’t like knives.

[mayavericks]

What better motivation is there than a beautiful woman?

[Her laugh is low and soft. She moves away from Janis, if only to sit across from her.]

In any case, it's surprising that you haven't heard of it. It was my understanding that the original story was written in English.

no problem!

[barberic]

I'm just fine. Wasn't watching where I was going, is all.

[If he notices the awkwardness, he certainly doesn't remark on it, setting his small stack of books on a shelf so he can bend down and pick up the fallen books to return them to her stack.]

I didn't mean to startle you.

[fourbutts]

True.

[ Gets a girl to do this stuff, apparently! ]

Probably a different worlds thing, then. If a play like this was written in English, Damian would have let me know by now.

[sugarlumps]

YO-O-O-O-U'RE WELCOME!

[She throws another pillow.]

[sugarlumps]

AhahahahHAHAHAHAA-

[She just. Panic-shoves the rest of her half the pie into her mouth.]

[voicerights]

They don't. I have checked in the past weeks. It must be Mountain Dew - the chemical signature is specific.

[...]

Imagine it as a set of instructions. If one instruction is wrong, then the end result is different. For this to activate, it must receive the correct chemical!

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Right. Panicking will only make them both more upset. ]

It's okay. We can make sure all the real knives stay in the kitchen, and if you want, the rest of us would probably be happy to help you with the machine? In case it keeps... giving you knives. I don't think it's given anyone real ones yet, but just in case.

[ no one tell them about peregrine's hunting kit ]

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh. Okay. [ That makes sense? Sort of. ] But why a soda?

[ He pauses, thinking, and something occurs to him. ]

Do you think the Wizard knows that? And that's why there isn't any in the machines?

[voicerights]

It was simple enough for anyone to procure, once they obtained a SQUIP. [It looks at Orpheus, then, scowling] And that is why I wished to investigate the others' belongings.

[mcfife]

[He picks up the hammer and - what is this dust? He has to clean up the pink stuff stuck to it.]

What has - [As he turns, he notices that the SQUIP hasn't moved.] SQUIP? Are you well?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Granted, Spongebob makes a lot of things seem easy.]

Really? Because... [points] it looks like your eggs are burning.

[mayavericks]

Damian enjoys these types of plays, then? [A laugh.]

If not for the obvious problem of his gender at an all girls school, I would say he would fit in great with us.

In any case, you'll have to introduce me to him.

Ambassador

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer is just in here picking out an outfit from his giant mass of Elle-approved clothing before heading off to take a shower. At the sudden banging, he drops several shirts on the floor and darts over to open the door.]

Maya? What's wrong?

[voicerights]

[Angus, you are probably the single person it would admit this to, and even then, it's quiet;]

I think I am malfunctioning.

[yourattention]

No, they're... to me. The first one I got seemed like a generic email, but the one I got earlier and this one are both... about me. Unless there's another Connor Murphy out there who went to rehab and swims.

[Which isn't out of the question, but it feels very targeted if he's being honest. It's like weird... weird, out-of-context facts about his life? Cobbled together into a semi-coherent narrative.]

[mayavericks]

[Breathless as she is, it takes a moment for her to manage the words.]

A knife. I found a knife. WIth blood.

[barberic]

It is, isn't it.

I needed this, I think. To remind myself of why I have to get back as soon as possible.

[We don't need to discuss it directly, anyway.]

Anyway, what was it you recognized?