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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cw: suicidal ideation

[yourattention]

[I'm erasing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder how Connor reacted when he broke your heart
I have torn it all apart, I'm watching it
Burn

There's no drama to the way Connor reacts when he wakes up except for the fact that he seems to be doing things on autopilot. That is, until he gets to the vending machine and the Death Note pops out. He stares down at it in his hands for a moment before flipping it open and writing his own name on the first page over and over and over—]

Fuck! [He tosses the notebook across the room and sinks to the floor.] Fuck.

[Eventually, you might find him in the door to the scene studio. He doesn't appear to want to go in? But he's been just. Standing in the doorway for a while? It's probably fine. Eventually, he can be found in the computer lab working on some art. Hey everybody, it's your favorite OC Jigsaw Enoshima! Actually, he's drawing someone who none of you recognize. Don't worry about it! Also don't worry about the fact that eventually he ends up under the computer desk, crying.

Connor's fine. Everything's fine.]

vending machine - continued cw: ideation and cw: choking

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's on her way for some caffeine, to help soothe the hangover she's still got, when... the death note hits her feet. She bends to pick it up, and as she straightens, she glances over at Conner, on the floor. Then she looks in the book. Oh. Oh, no.

Farrah approaches, and drops down onto the floor nearby him, but not too close, criss-cross applesauce, as she flips to a clean page in the Death Note.]

Guess it doesn't work? [Still worth a shot. She carefully writes in the notebook-- Riley Williams: Chokes on her own agenda, while on facebook live.]

[yourattention]

I think I might have to wait another couple minutes. I didn't write down a cause of death.

[He just sounds tired. Like really, really tired.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah flips back a few pages to the Connor scribbles.]

Wow. Your handwriting sucks. [She writes “cause of death: dies of joy!!” next to his name, with a little smile underneath the !!]

[yourattention]

Sorry I didn't bust out my fancy calligraphy to write my name down.

[He motions for the notebook and pencil. Might as well be ambivalent as fuck about this whole thing.]

Computer Lab

[mcfife]

[Computers are simple to understand. They could access the mainframe of the school, set up weapons and traps, track The Wizard...

Or they could just do the bare minimum. There has been nothing of note except for the decent art projects. But this is war. How are they supposed to fight The Wizard with this?

Connor seems to also be stuck exploring the computer lab's offerings, and Angus ignores his work for the most part until- is he crying? Yeah, he's somewhere on the floor and crying?

Angus stands up, looking for him.] Connor? [Just walking over to his side of the room, where he's mysteriously disappeared.]

[yourattention]

[The image he's been working on is mostly finished, of a brightly smiling teenager. It's been saved as "m."]

Shit, sorry. I... I... [He looks down at his hands.] He was, he was—

[Connor covers his mouth, looking desperately... afraid?]

[mcfife]

[There he is. Angus kneels and rests a hand on his shoulder.]

Connor, do not be afraid. You are safe here. [He glances at the drawing - someone from his home?]

[yourattention]

[Connor shakes his head, even as the steady beat of a drum, spaced like a heartbeat, starts up in the background.]

He was, he was
Sitting next to me, in Chemistry class
Half talking, half laughing, half studying gas
The music plays over, but nothing's to come
In this remix of memories, the loop of the
drum

computer lab

[sugarlumps]

[Well, that's a thing to walk in on during explorations. She's quiet for a moment, but then the kitchen knife is once again out.]

Who did this to you? Where the lumps are they?

[yourattention]

No, it's— [He scrubs at his face, trying to get rid of his tears.] Sorry, I just fucking. I had a bad dream, you know?

[Also he's having a delayed reaction to Mumble because waking up and Mumble wasn't there somehow made it... real? Like. He knew it was real, but he was doing a real good job of disassociating about it until he woke up and saw Mumble's empty, perfectly made bed.]

[sugarlumps]

Ugh, yeah, I slept super weird too.

[The knife goes away, back into a jacket pocket. LSP sits down, huffing a little and folding her arms. Like the whole murder thing isn't bad enough, they have to get dreams from it too.]

...I've got, like, a chocolate pie thing from the vending machines, you want it? Chocolate helps sometimes.

[Totally her own wisdom, not stolen from anyone else.]

[yourattention]

You gonna share it with me, Princess? [He bumps his elbow into her arm.] I think it only really helps if you share it with someone.

[Plus he's also not sure he could eat, like, an entire pie.]

scene shop | this is ALL going to be suicidal ideation thread

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's going to find more clothes. She may have to finally start talking with Hester to get them cleaned. It's while she's chewing on this annoying thought that she sees Connor, just...standing there.

Staring into the room.

Into the room with all the power tools.

Her hand rests on his arm. ]

Hey, Connor?

[yourattention]

[He meant to just go in, look through the clothes. Get something new. Instead, his eyes catch on the table saw. Then the mechanical lift. Then a nail gun someone left out. It would be so easy to...

He doesn't know how long he's been standing there, trying to stop himself from having intrusive thoughts, when Peregrine touches his arm. It startles him and he looks over at her.]

Sorry, I... I...

[His eyes drift over to the rack on the wall where the spare saw blades are kept.]

[comeandfindme]

[ She wishes she could step in front of it, but he's a good half foot taller than her. So, instead, she takes him by the elbow and starts to lead him away. ]

I don't really think this is a great place for you right now.

[yourattention]

[Connor doesn't immediately follow her, but starts moving when they're far enough apart that her grip on his elbow tugs slightly. He goes wherever she leads him, following a little blindly.]

.... Did you have a weird dream last night? [Appropos of nothing.] Something that. It felt like a memory.

computer lab

[tellthestory]

Um...

[He's already talked to Farrah about a lot of dark stuff this morning, and now here's another crying teen. One whom the Balladeer, admittedly, does not know nearly as well. That makes it a little tougher.

But what's he gonna do, just walk away? He leans down in front of the desk.]

Hey, are you...okay? [alright look he's sort of new to comforting people in practice.]

[yourattention]

Yeah, I'm fucking. I'm great. Just fucking. Absolutely peachy.

[He's scrubbing at his face as he says it, still kind of hiccuping. The thing he was working on is still up on the computer, by the way. It's cute! Unclear who the hell that is, but it's cute.]

[tellthestory]

...it's fine if you're not. I don't think most of us are.

[Ask a dumb question, get a dumb answer. But maybe he doesn't want to talk about it to begin with? The Balladeer does sort of jump on the next potential conversational tack he sees:]

What're you making?

[yourattention]

... That's Miguel. [It's quiet, but not quite a whisper.] I... I think I loved him, once.

[Or is it that he still does? He can't tell. All he knows is that his dream handed him the agonizing information that Miguel had chosen him and he... ruined it, like everything else in his life. He burned the sketchbook, deleted all their text messages, trashed half the photos Miguel had taken, and edited Miguel out of the other half. There was so much anger, a kind of furious hopelessness that makes him think he understands what Peregrine meant about "three months without hope" now, but he doesn't... He doesn't have any of the context for it. What the hell happened between sophomore and junior year?]

Computer lab

[whatyouwant]

Connor!

[Elle entered the computer lab in high spirits. Well, as high as they could be after...all that. Hearing the crying causes her to pause and scan the room. It doesn't take long to find the source.]

Hey, it's okay, what's going on?

[yourattention]

He was, he was—

[Connor shakes his head, trying to stop his crying but can't. There's a drum in the background, spaced like a heartbeat.]

He was, he was
everything I'm not, my whole universe
when I was a footnote, a slim second verse.
Oh, he was the chorus, the hook, and the groove
and without him there pushing somehow I can't
move

[whatyouwant]

Connor, you need to breath.

[Elle gently takes his shoulders and squeezes, trying to give him something else to focus on.]

Breath with me, okay? [She starts taking loud, slow inhales and exhales.]

[yourattention]

[His first attempt is shaky, uneven. The next is almost normal. And then again until he's calmed down. Her hands on his shoulders help, giving him something to focus on.]

.... Thanks.