itscurtains | Week Three

[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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["Cassandra? What are you doing?"

"I'm fulfilling my destiny!"

Cassandra wakes up with a start in Longacre dorm, feeling as though she's drowning, scrambling for air. For a good minute or two, she sits up on her bed, running her hands back through her hair, and thinking. Nearing the end, she seems downright frantic, tugging on stray strands of raven black.

But she can't stay like that forever. Once she's taken the time to regain her senses, Cassandra ventures out to do her usual routine; preparing breakfast in the kitchen -- or trying to. It has to be something light and easy. Something she doesn't have to go into the walk-in freezer to grab. And she's wracking her brain for options.

...Was that wing of the school always there? Her intentions were to head on her way for a bit of training in the gym, but now... Well, she could afford an investigation.

The library is what first draws her interest. Rows upon rows of books, not quite up to the standard of Corona's royal library, but it was easily an interesting find. Cassandra even finds a number of books for herself, stacked neatly on the floor next to where she stood, propped up against the shelves; some nonfiction, a couple young adult fictions, and even a book about medieval weaponry?

After that, somehow, Cassandra winds her way into the autoshop, where she stands like a sore thumb against the hard concrete, tools, and... whatever that thing is. A metal carriage? Wheels, doors - it fits the general shape of a caravan, but Cassandra's aware enough to know when she's completely out of her depth. So, she decides to leave it alone and focus on other things.

Such as that door over there. Where she'll spend a good minute or two attempting to fit her hands under the garage door and strain to lift it. Try as hard as she might, it isn't budging.]

[Taking time to explore the new areas, Benjamin decides to linger in the library - he may as well find some reading materials.

He seems to be in a pleasant mood, humming something to himself as he wanders through the shelves. After a moment's hesitation he decides against the history books, but he will, out of curiosity, pick up a couple of fashion history books, as well as a couple of fictions.

And then, as he stops to shuffle around the small stack of books into something he can more managably hold, he nearly trips over Cass' stack of books.]

Oh! My dear, I'm so sorry. None landed on your toes, did they?

Whoa!

[At least he's in a pleasant mood. It makes the moment he nearly stumbles over her stack of literature a bit more bearable. A couple are knocked off the stack, but they land barely short of anyone's toes.

Honestly, Cassandra's more surprised than this warranted. It's a little awkward.]

Ah... No. I'm fine. Are you?

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.

[Oh, thank god. Someone who won't make a scene out of her awkwardness.]

You didn't. [It's reflexive. She's cool. She's a badass.] I was just... really sucked into these books here.

[She's reading a... weapons manual?]

Is that so?

[He asks, with genuine interest.]

What are you reading? If I may ask.

[Cassandra flashes the cover to him.

It's a... weapons manual for medieval weaponry?]

[His eyebrows arch up.]

Ah, see I knew you were a sharp young lady.

[He grins, pleased with his joke.]

Hardy har!

[Ah, but she's smiling too. You got her, Benji.]

What can I say? I'm a romantic at heart.

[For weaponry.]

Morning! You want some eggs?

[The Balladeer is here, and he is attempting to make eggs! It is his first time making eggs. You might not want to agree.]

[Glances at him. Glances at his work on the stove.]

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

I've seen Spongebob do it, seems pretty easy.

[Alternately, Spongebob makes it seem easy.]

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

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

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.]

And there it is!

[She offers the Balladeer a comforting pat on the shoulder.]

Don't worry. I'm sure they're mostly edible. But... maybe you want someone to help you with this?

Uh...maybe that would be good.

[These...well, hope springs eternal, he'll just scrape them out onto a plate for right now.]

I just want to be able to do some things, you know? It's not fair that Spongebob has to cook for everybody all the time.

Well, you're right about that. He does seem to like doing it though. [She doesn't mind the castle cooks doing their job - it's what they're there for, after all. But then again, she isn't in a castle.]

Now, I can't make a Krabby Patty, but I can make some eggs that don't burn the school down, if you want some.

...okay. But can you show me how, while you do it? Spongebob taught me some other stuff, but he's always making so much breakfast - didn't really wanna add another thing.

Why not. You got another frying pan?

There's gotta be one in here somewhere. This kitchen is huge.

[He'll have to clatter around for a second, but - yep, there's another!]

Week Three

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sorry for the wait

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