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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WEDNESDAY

[stagemanagers]

[It’s Wednesday! Welcome to this week’s school club!]



[Mime Club is meeting in the teacher’s lounge at noon! Anyone who shows up at that time will find that the entire room and everyone in it is suddenly in monochrome! Attractions here include:

- Delicious French refreshments! This mostly consists of a stellar bread and cheese platter, croissants, randomly placed baguettes, and some really good wine. It is much better than the vending machine wine.

- Berets! Also, tiny pet-sized berets!

- The Mimevert poster on one wall, overlooking you all. Suffer his presence.

Also, everyone here is now mute for the rest of Wednesday. Have fun miming everything! Maybe you can grab one of those wheely whiteboards from a classroom to write on.]

[brokeforgood]

[HELL YEAH, WINE. Farrah'd be cheering about how she's the first one here before the adults--- but. Huh. That's. REALLY ANNOYING. Whatever. She'll slide a bottle of the wine into her purse, then bust another bottle open.

She's going to drink this straight out of the bottle while wearing a beret, her feet kicked up onto one of the tables in the teacher's lounge. Welcome to Mime Club, everyone.]

[violentenvies]

[Once she's settled, she'll find a pair of glasses set down on the table at her elbow, just before Salieri slides into the seat across from her. He motions to them, arching an eyebrow at her]

[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.]

It's racc time

[alchemistake]

[The school is big enough that a lot of the time, people end up pretty spread out throughout the day, especially with the new wing to explore. One part of the building that almost always sees some sort of activity, however, is the Cafeteria. People have to eat, right?

Maybe that explains the weird rustling in the Cafeteria, coming from inside?

Should you choose to investigate, one will walk into an empty cafeteria. Nobody else seems to be around...yet, there's a trash can pushed up against the wall that keeps. Vibrating. They're probably not supposed to do that.

They probably don't have tails either, which comes flicking up into view as the creature inside carefully starts to back out as he balances himself precariously on the lip of the can, just barely managing to hang on thanks to how...plump he is.

Or, maybe instead you were already here, trying to enjoy an innocent meal? Whatever it is you're eating, all it takes is for your eyes to leave your plate for a second...because upon turning back, there's a little hand reaching up through the gaps in the tables that pats at the table and your plate, trying to find any piece of food to snatch off of it.

If you don't catch the thievery going on in the kitchen, you might run into something darting around your ankles in the Hallway. Whether it trips you up or not, the figure comes to a stop at the far end of the hallway and sits back on his haunches, turning to look at you with a whole pizza crust in his mouth. He stares for a second, eyes lit up in the shadow of the corner, before he turns and takes off down the next bend of the hallway.]

[OOC: This toplevel is solely going to contain threads with Ruddiger! He's a disney animal, so he's not only intelligent, but he'll be able to understand what you say to him even if he's not...necessarily going to listen, depending. When you're ready for Varian to eventually rejoin the chaos, you can bring him back to him in the auto shop or let me know in the header you're ready for rescue and Varian will come looking for him.]

Cafeteria

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob is busy making breakfast when he notices Ruddiger rummaging through the garbage sans Varian. Sure, Varian warned him about wild animals but... well... this was just such a cute land mammal! Surely he couldn’t mean any harm!

He tries to call out to him before realizing he can’t speak anymore, so instead he starts whipping up a tiny Krabby Patty.

Wonder who that’s for.

Cafeteria

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's in the cafeteria eating an early lunch when she looks away for just a second, and then-- Oh. That's really freaking creepy. What's with that little hand?

When she peers under the table, she lets out a little]

Oooooh! [She then gets the dumb little baby voice that some people get when they see something cute]

Hang on Ruddy-- Auntie Farrah's gonna get you something real good.

Cafeteria

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is just grabbing something to eat after dealing with Mime Club before he heads to see what is in store for them today with the Clubs when he spots the little hand grasping around on the table. It does, quite frankly, startle him, causing Salieri to jump in his seat, blinking, shoving his plate out of the way of said hand. He might've made some noise but...well. He's frustratingly mute.

However, despite that, he's going to try and see where that hand is coming from]

Cafeteria

[mayavericks]

[Maya is probably going to throw away her own meal, or at least some sort of snack, only to stop short of the shaking trashcan. She looks startled for a few seconds, glancing around almost frantically at this phantasmal sight.

But then she spots the tail, and... - ]

Ruddiger-san.

[She's going to try and lift him by the tail. Sorry bud.]

hallway

[yourattention]

What the—Ruddiger!

[Whymst raccoon when he doesn't have his feral animal handling gloves.]

Is he just letting you run wild now?

[voicerights]

[It's the SQUIP's intention to just peek in at Mime Club to see what's going on. The fact that it has a target painted upon its face, courtesy of Discord, appears to have missed its notice; for now it's just examining the Mimevert poster.

The Heck Is This.]

[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?]

[mcfife]

[Angus bursts into the room, prepared to greet all with a loud "HAIL TO YOU"

And finds nothing comes out of his mouth. He clutches his throat.]

knife dad gets a knife

[violentenvies]

[pre-Mime Club, Salieri is going to try to get rid of some more of his coins at the vending machine. He's developed a bit of a system for putting them into the machine, standing at the side of it and leaning around to insert them one by one. He neither wants to get buried by trombones or hit in the face with a deer skin, so even though it certainly looks odd, it proves its worth when he avoids being hit by a trumpet that comes out of the machine. The domino mask is at least something new of interest, and he tucks that away just as the next item slides out.

He blinks as he leans down to pick it up, studying the medal a moment, laying it flat in his palm. It's very pretty--and then an amusing thought comes to him, bringing a smirk his face. Salieri knows who he's going to pawn this off--er, give this away to.

There's another clatter on the floor as the final item falls out of the machine. Salieri blinks, bending down to pick it up. His expression morphs into a frown as he recognizes it, straightening, the dagger held carefully in his hand]

What is this doing here?

knife dad knife dad

[voicerights]

Perhaps it is meant to provide a means for murder.

[when did the SQUIP get here]

[brokeforgood]

[Guess whose also here, getting her probably sixth can of diet coke for the morning? She clearly didn't listen to the rationing. Anyway, she's just minding her own business two vending machines over, when--- ]

Who cares! Get rid of it! [NO KNIVES]

[mcfife]

[NOT ANOTHER KNIFE-]

Oh, just a regular one. [He's going to freak out every time a dagger falls out of the vending machine, isn't he?]

knife knife knife

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[SHE HEARD KNIFE WHERE IS THE KNIFE]

Is that real?

[please tell her it is]

knife knife knife

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine regards that dagger with some envy. ]

It's not a prop, right?

[brokeforgood]

[ Wednesday morning, and Farrah's up and about-- it's been a while since she played with the Vending Machine, so she heads there first thing. You might find her reacting to any of her regains ("Hamilton tickets? Holy shit-- Aw man, who am I gonna scalp these to here?" or making suggestive growls at Rum Tum, or hugging the cow plush) or, maybe you've caught her at the very end, where... nothing comes out, after she puts her coin in.] What? Where is it? [It sounds-- stuck? Farrah moves to shake the machine a little, which doesn't work. Then she gets down on her hands and knees, and sticks her arm up the hole of the vending machine, similar to her first day here. That seems to work-- which is unfortunate, because seconds later, she's shouting]

Holy shit, Noooooooo! [[Elisabeth's dress may have a tiny waist. But that skirt? Fucking GIANT. Anyone watching Farrah may watch her disappear completely under the pile of fabric. Help her. Please.]

[Or, you might find her after Mime Club. She can be found in the kitchen, boiling water, with her box of tea sitting on the counter. Maybe she thinks the tea will help her talk again? Anyway, that water's boiling over, and she's probably going to burn the pot because instead of watching it, Farrah's sitting on the floor painting her nails.

She can also be found in the Women's Locker Room stashing bottles of wine that she swiped from Mime Club into one of the lockers. Oh. So this is where Farrah hides her booze!]

[comeandfindme]

[ Cryptids are pretty cool, so maybe this week it'll be the same?

Yeaaah, no, Peregrine stops at the door to the teacher's lounge, looks around, and then— ]

Nnnnnnope!

[ Turns around and leaves. No thanks! ]

Mime Club!

[whatyouwant]

[Elle was lured in with the promise of good wine and a tiny beret for Bruiser.

Well, she now has a glass of very nice white, and Bruiser is running around in a tiny beret that matches the one on her head. So what if she can't talk? She looks very content.]

[samefacesyndrome]

[ Rina is avoiding Mime Club thankfully. Unfortunately it's because she's still thinking about yesterday's motive.

All of that previous confidence and energy she had the last few days from using her newly made Rina-chan Board? How her true self started to finally show under all those layers of shyness and insecurity? It's all gone today. It's like someone pushed a reset button on her, and it's all because of that picture.

She stays in the Rodgers Dorm for most of the day, curled up under her bed covers, looking at her photo. Eventually though she starts to worry she'll bother people by just staying there like that and so she goes wandering, envelope in hand.

Eventually she finds her way into the scene shop. After absentmindedly looking around, she comes across some cardboard boxes.

...

...She's not sure she understands this impulse, or why it feels so comforting but she ends up... turning it upside down and hiding inside it.

So this is just here in the scene shop now. It's... one way to find some privacy? It's fine. You don't hide in a box when you're stressed and upset? It's fine. ]

Pre mime

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob wakes up with a good amount of determination. Everyone is sad from the motive but since his was old information he is feeling pretty good all things considered! So what better way to improve the mood than with a party!

Around the school early this morning, it will be absolutely covered in fliers, including one slipped under the Principal Office's door.]

Spongebob Squarepants's No Murder Party!

Have some fun with your friends to rub it in that jerk Wizard's face! It'll be a night of fun and games and absolutely no murder whatsoever!

Location: Library
Time: Thursday 6pm - whenever!
Who: Absolutely everyone!! Except the Wizard 😠

If you wanna help out with the party come to me (Spongebob) for any ideas/plans! Be there or be square!

[For the rest of the day you can see Spongebob bouncing between the kitchen and the scene room, making a frankly horrifying amount of snacks and decorations for the party. He almost looks uncharacteristically determined if he weren't also humming to himself with every task he did.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ The beginning of the day starts with the usual routine. Wake up in Rodger's dorm as the sun comes up, head to Longacre dorm to meet up with Eurydice, go get breakfast in the cafeteria with Spongebob and the others. But today he has an actual job to do, and it's a welcome distraction from picking away at the song he's been working on for the past he can't even remember how long.

He heads over to the library, blissfully unaware of the goings-on in Mime Club, and starts pulling down books on various methods of preserving food. Survival foods, canning, fermenting, drying. Most of what he can find seems to be about canning and jar-fermenting, which hopefully won't be too much of an issue. He's pretty sure there are spare jars in the kitchen? And if not, they can start using the jars that the kitchen came stocked with as they empty them. He spends a good amount of time doing that, writing down promising recipes and methods in his notebook, before finally, inevitably, he gets distracted.

People coming in towards the afternoon are much likelier to find him sitting next to his stack of more on-topic books reading a biography of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, with an illustration of him at the piano on the front. It's... aimed at late grade school children, so it's not particularly thick, but Orpheus seems absorbed in it nonetheless.

After someone eventually reminds him of what he's supposed to be doing, he heads back to the kitchen, where he spends the rest of the day trying to put what he found earlier into practice. Today he's focused on getting the fresh fruits into jars, consulting a book on the subject for all the ones he's less familiar with but otherwise just going for it, boiling them carefully in apple juice before pouring them into jars and sealing them according to the instructions. He keeps some of the fresh fruit reserved for people to have as-is through the end of the week, but by the end of the day he's assembled a respectable collection of jars of various fruits.

That accomplished, he'll finally head back to bed, collapsing after a long day of work and falling asleep. ]