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

[samefacesyndrome]

[ Rina shrieks in alarm when she realizes someone fell over her box, and after the initial shock passes over she cautiously lifts it all the way off for a peek. ]

Are... Are you okay...?

[samefacesyndrome]

[ As with Varian before Rina very quickly grabs the bottom of the box as it starts to get lifted off here, doing her best to pull it back down. ]

D...Don't...

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She Understood That Reference.

Th box rustles again. ]

N... Not really...

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She's quiet for a while, mulling over how to explain herself. ]

I just... wanted to be alone for a little while... and not get in anyone's way...

B-But I seem to have messed that part up.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri groans a bit, slowly easing himself into sitting, rubbing the back of his head as he cracks an eye open at the voice]

Ah--Mademoiselle Rina? [???] I'm...well, I believe I'm well enough.

[samefacesyndrome]

Uh, um... all sorts of stuff!

[ Just. Change to a regular smiling face, it's okay. ]

L-Like all the things I have trouble saying on my own...

[samefacesyndrome]

O-Oh, um... I'm not sending him anything...

[ She switches to a different face. ]

I'm using these for myself...

[samefacesyndrome]

Ah... You you think so? I just spent a lot of time around them back home.

[samefacesyndrome]

Mmm... still, I'll have to apologize to Maya-san later...

[ Rina please, no you don't.

She continues on pass the pop up, letting the artwork for a river come up and digital music play. ]

Um, looks like we have to cross a river. It's 627 feet across and 4.7 feet deep in the middle. We can attempt to ford through it, caulk the wagon and make it float, pay a ferry to take us across or wait to see if the conditions improve.

[ She lowers her paper and looks down at herself for a second. ]

4.7 feet... I'm not that much taller than that, right? Are ox even big enough to go through that...? [ putting the paper back up: ] Rina-chan Board says.... "think think think."

[brokeforgood]

[She leans against him when he joins her, just so— both emotionally, and physically.]

Oh. [Theres only a beat. And then, because she’s Farrah—- She of course follows up with]

What was it?

[alchemistake]

[Poor Rina...should he just go? He doesn't want to force himself into her space if she wants to be left alone. He knows how frustrating that can be.]

Yeah...the scene shop can be pretty busy.

[He sighs, folding one arm over his knee. Just leaving her like this isn't an exciting prospect either.]

Well...I can keep an eye out to make sure nobody bothers you, if you want. I was going to be in here for a while anyway.

[That way, she has an excuse not to talk while knowing that Varian is here, in the event she decides she does want to.]

[mcfife]

[Angus spins the handle in his palm.]

This...is the Hammer of Glory. Forged by ancient gods of warfare. Wrought of lasers from the sun. A gift from the ancient Starlords from times of old, passed down through the McFife bloodline for generations

[It's been recently wiped free of pink dust, too.]

With this, I can finally fight The Wizard on equal footing.

[alchemistake]

That's pretty handy. Sure makes me wish I had something like that for when I start rambling my head off about something science related. Maybe then people would understand it better.

[He laughs at his own expense, brushing a thumb underneath his nose.

Pause.]

What does, uh. "-chan" mean, by the way?

[violentenvies]

[as she leans against him, Salieri shifts his arm around her shoulders to tuck her better against him]

What, my picture?

[he huffs a bit of a chuckle, and uses his other hand to fish out his picture out of the inside of his jacket, holding it out to her]

Fair's fair. I saw yours.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah shakes her head to indicate she doesn’t mind him joining her, but she does go—-]

Whoa, careful old man! [He made it down okay though, and she chills out quickly.]

You having nightmares too?

[samefacesyndrome]

Oh um...

[ Right, guess honorifics must seen weird to someone probably not even from the same version of Earth as her uh ]

You know how you use Mister or Miss to refer to people...?

Back in Japan we do a similar thing but with honorifics we put at the end of the name. Like -san which is the most neutral and respectful.

"-chan" is um... more cutesy? You use it a lot for children or people you find endearing or girls you're really close to... but if you don't know the person well it can be a little condescending.

[howtheworldwas]

[ This is bizarre. Eurydice reads the letter, looking increasingly confused the deeper she gets. Once she’s finished, she passes it back. ]

Well, none of that made any sense. If it’s supposed to be encouragement, “Sincerely Me” or whoever they are is going about it in a really weird way.

[tellthestory]

[Oh! He lets the box go, apologizing - except, of course, no sound comes out. The Balladeer frowns. She can't even see him under there, so...?

He just leans down to awkwardly pat the top of the box. His bad.]

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer shrugs and says something. Something along the lines of this being a nightmare, if you're any good at lip reading?]

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She feels... bad. Like she's shutting him out when he's probably her best friend here? But it's also relieving hearing him say that he'll make sure no one bothers her. ]

Th... Thank you.

[ After a moment though he lifts the box up a little. ]

Um... would you like to sit in here with me? It might be a tight fit but it's kind of calming...

[ She's... she's trying. ]

[tellthestory]

[He blanches at the sight.]

What? Who - where?

[mcfife]

I suppose that all of this sounds impossible for anyone from a world without magic. [How does one even live in such a universe? Angus just feels back for them.] But I swear on my kingdom that it is all true, and if I could, I would show you proof of my claims.

[tellthestory]

Oh - oh, crap.

[They absolutely are! He picks up the pan and pokes at them with a spatula, trying to get them detached from the bottom.]

Iiiiii bet they're still mostly fine! [It's. Possible.]

[alchemistake]

[HUH...that's interesting. It's funny, because he wouldn't ever find himself using anything like that for someone his age. Just Sir or Miss for the adults, and only then if he really isn't too familiar with them. Even with Salieri, he eventually ended up dropping the "Mr" off that he was using for him.

To that end...he ends up speaking before he realizes what he's actually saying.]

So...would it be okay for me to call you Rina-chan?

[Cutesy fits her to a tee. But not only that, well...he does find her endearing. It just makes sense, right...?]

[alchemistake]

[Varian blinks, leaning over a little so he can better see underneath the edge of the box. It's hard, seeing as how it's so dark underneath...but it's a relatively big box. They'll have to squeeze, but he's not too much taller...

He'll nod at her offer, relieved in a way that she's inviting him in on her own accord as opposed to the other way around. He just hopes that nobody comes by while they're in there and trips over them both.

It takes Varian a little maneuvering to get under the box, hunched with his head touching the top, but he manages. He'll hold his knees close to his chest to give Rina as much room as possible.]

...huh. You know, it is calming. Guess I know why Ruddiger likes to be up under tables and stuff so much.

[He presses his cheek to his knee so he can look over at Rina.]

Is this helping?