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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Nurse's Office

[alchemistake]

[Oh hey, guess who else is in here? Not for being hungover reasons, but because it was only a matter of time before he mildly injured himself. It's fine, Maya helped him, but he's been charged to stay here for a bit to make sure he's alright before he heads out. It's just a cut so he isn't sure what the big deal is, but...maybe it's for the best, given what happened yesterday.

The groaning, therefore, is difficult for him to miss.]

Um...hello?

[brokeforgood]

[The groaning continues. Like, maybe there's a zombie behind the curtain? There's some shuffling about, then Farrah throws back the curtain, and emerges bundled tightly in a bedsheet, squinting at Varian.]

Oh. Hey.

[alchemistake]

[OH...Farrah, you're not looking so good over there...

Varian frowns, though he doesn't get up to approach just yet. Mostly because he's not sure she wants company looking the way she does.]

Hey...are you okay?

[brokeforgood]

No. I'm dying [She says, a touch of dramatics to her voice, which does sound a little strained. She only realizes how fucked up that is to say, after she's already flopped backwards onto the bed again.]

Conner was right. Shouldn't have mixed alcohols.

[alchemistake]

[He knows Farrah has a penchant for dramatics, but Varian is also no doctor. Sooo...he's actually going to slide out of his seat now, his brows raised with concern.]

Haha, you'ree...not actually, right? You just feel really bad?

[brokeforgood]

I'm just hung over. I'll be fine in a day. [She falls silent, hesitating, wondering if she should fill him in or not.]

You have any wild dreams last night?

[alchemistake]

[Haha...Varian's wondering the same thing. It's just...a dream, right?

Maybe if he doesn't elaborate...]

Haha, well uh...I think maybe I stole something?

[He rubs the back of his neck with his good hand.]

Not really sure what that was supposed to be about.

[brokeforgood]

Whoa. That's surprisingly cool of you. [That's probably not the response he was looking for, but. Farrah.]

I don't think they're just dreams. I... The photo? It was like a memory.

[alchemistake]

[Varian snorts. He guesses that's one way to look at it, but it definitely didn't feel cool the way it was framed...

He leans up against the wall near the bed she's laying on though, his attention grabbed by what she says.]

...what makes you so sure? I mean...dreams can feel pretty real sometimes, can't they? And we still don't know if those photos are actual things that happen or not.

cw: murder

[brokeforgood]

I just... I know. It wasn't just a dream-- it was like remembering.

Just like how I was in the photo-- I died. Only, this time, it was... the photo was after. This time was--- I was in the bathroom, fixing my makeup. And someone knocked on the door.

[alchemistake]

[Varian's smile falters before disappearing completely as he listens to Farrah. He still remembers that photo she showed...it was too close for him not to remember every detail, as much as he wants to believe it's not true...]

After...

[His brows furrow a little. Her dream...it was how it happened, then.]

Oh Farrah...

[brokeforgood]

And I'm like "Just a minute" but the door opens anyway, and my cheer captain's there! [Oh boy, sorry Varian-- she's going into this one.] And I'd been a real disappointment, I knew, so I told her I was sorry for getting so drunk--- and she didn't say anything. She just... moved towards me. I didn't realize she had the knife until...

[She pulls her sheet-cape tighter around herself.]

I don't even know how I'm here.

[alchemistake]

[...whoever this cheer captain is better hope Varian never meets her. Ever. No matter what happened, or what they thought of Farrah...

Nobody deserves that, but even worse is it sounds like it was over something so insignificant.]

What's more important is that you are.

[Is what he says first, gently...he knows that doesn't help. He can't even begin to imagine seeing your own death, much less knowing you were murdered in cold blood by someone you thought you could trust.

Funny, that.]

You didn't deserve what she did to you. I don't care who she was.

[brokeforgood]

For how long? Before-- someone else-- [She can't shrink anymore. So she just sits there, with her head hanging down.]

Sorry. I just... didn't know she hated me that much. I don't even hate me that much.

[alchemistake]

[Ow.

Okay, no, Varian is pushing himself off the wall so he can sit on the edge of the bed next to Farrah, fuck that.]

You don't have to apologize for anything. I'm here for you, okay? Whatever you need.

And...

[...]

I believe you. About the photos, and the dreams.

[brokeforgood]

Thanks. [For believing her-- or for being there? Who knows. Either way, Farrah leans against Varian when he sits beside her.]

I'm glad I'm not alone right now. Or... home right now. Even if I do miss my sister. And even our parents, a little.

[alchemistake]

I don't blame you. I've been an only child my whole life, so it's just been me and my dad...but I miss him a lot, too.

Like, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'd rather sit through him scolding me about something I've messed up than have to stay here another week.

[Not that Quirin is a bad father, he's just...he means well, and wnts Varian to grow up accomplished and not dead because of some accident he brought upon himself.]

...what is your sister like, Farrah?

[Maybe asking about something (potentially) happier will cheer her up.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah hums thoughtfully, trying to think of how to paint a portrait of Annleigh that is both endearing, and captures the exasperation that Farrah feels for her.]

Well. She's my step-sister. I was an only child for most of my life-- just like you. So, when our parents got together, I was really excited. Annleigh was... less excited, but I don't blame her. She just had one parent die, and having new people move into your house-- [She shrugs, resisting the urge to belittle herself in the explanation. She leaves "Especially a drunk loser girl" off the end.]

She's really nice, though. And pretty. She really cares about other people, and what happens with them. I don't think a lot of people see that part of her, 'cuz she's a bit of a religious freak, but I think she's like... genuinely afraid. It comes from a good place. She likes animals a lot, especially horses.

[alchemistake]

[Varian listens to Farrah explain the situation with her family, her step-sister Annleigh...and honestly, it sounds very familiar somehow even if he can't personally relate. Maybe he understands more the feeling that Annleigh must have felt when she had to deal with so much change in her life. Not just the sudden loss of a parent, but having to adjust to a whole new family structure must not have been easy.

Varian only has his dad, and wasn't old enough to remember his mother. In a lot of ways, fate was kinder to him in that regard than it could have been.]

Sounds like she's a really good person. And sister.

[By marriage or not.]

[brokeforgood]

She is. I hope she’s okay. She’s probably really upset about Clark. That’s her boyfriend—- and the boy that was in the picture that I got last week. [The one Annleigh had been looking at— the one all of them had been looking at.]

What about you? No siblings, but you’ve got friends, right? [She sounds mildly worried, like she might believe that he doesn’t have any friends.]

[alchemistake]

[HAHA WELL UHH...

Varian looks up at the ceiling, a little sheepish to be asked that so directly.]

I have friends! They're just....new friends. There's Cassandra, and Rapunzel, and Eugene...and Ruddiger, of course. I guess there aren't really a whole lot of other kids my age in my village, though...

[And he doesn't remember Kiera and Catalina yet.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah maybe perks up a little when he says he was friends with Rapunzel-- which she's not sure if she could dig into or not. It's either freakin' Rapunzel, or the daughter of some weird-ass obssessed with fairytales, and she's not sure which would be better.]

That's still nice, new friends or not. There are lots of kids where I live, and lots of them know me-- I go to looooots of parties.

[alchemistake]

[Please ask about Rapunzel, Farrah, he's told the story a few times now and it never gets old seeing how excited people are even if he had no idea she was like...a fairytale in other worlds, apparently.]

Parties, huh? You know I don't think I've actually ever been to a party...and the ones we've been having here don't count.

[brokeforgood]

Oh yeah. Tons of them. You just kindof show up, and hear about other parties, and go to those parties, and then at those parties, you hear about more... But you might not actually be missing out. [She sits up straighter, then, turning to him with a knowing expression, like a wise older sibling instructing someone younger.]

[♫]I was hot
I went to parties a lot
Y'know?
I was riding in Lamborghinis
Sipping super-bad martinis
With kids whose dads own a yacht

[There's a quick pause, and she pats his hands.]

But I was depressed
Oh so completely obsessed
An unhappy beauty queen
Who dreamed to be a big cheerleada
I had such low self-esteem
I was a mess

[alchemistake]

[Aw man, poor Farrah...Varian understands now, he thinks.]

I guess it was one of those things where you go to a bunch hoping they'll make you happy but then they just...don't?

[Is that how depression works?]