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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[whatyouwant]

[Elle wakes a bit later than usual. The joy of remembering her successful admission into Harvard was dampened when she woke and saw Elizabeth's empty bed. Eventually she drags herself up and to the dance studio to run through her normal yoga routine, but even that seems less enthusiastic than normal.

She goes to poke around the new areas, eventually settling in the law section of the library.]

Well, I guess I probably have some studying to do.

[After picking up a few books and dropping them off in the dorm, she takes the handful of coins from beside her bed and heads to the concession stand. A few things pop out, including a law book that was actually on her book list! She about to walk away when she feels the last coin in her pocket.]

Might as well.

[It's a good thing she put the other stuff down, because suddenly there is a very exuberant chihuahua flying at her. She catches the dog-]

Bruiser? [And immediately bursts into tears. The tiny dog licks her face as she holds him close and sinks to the floor of the concession stand.]</small.

BRUISER!!!

[barberic]

[Everyone's emotions are in a heightened state, after what happened over the weekend.

Still, though, no one deserves to be sobbing their heart out over... some kind of blond rat... in the middle of the floor.]

Miss Elle? Are you alright?

[whatyouwant]

[Elle looks up, tears still in her eyes, but the biggest smile on her face.]

I'm so alright! It's Bruiser!

[She points at the dog in her arms, who is enthusiastically licking her chin now.]

[barberic]

Bruiser...?

[Oh that's a dog. Benjamin goes down to his knee next to her and puts his hand on her shoulder.]

Is he yours?

[whatyouwant]

Yes! He just came out of that machine, I thought he was still at the Delta house with the girls.

[Elle begins looking Bruiser over, trying to find signs of malnutrition or injuries. The dog doesn't protest at all as she pokes, prods, and flips him.]

He seems okay, though?

[barberic]

[He can't help but smile a little, watching as she turns the patient little beast this way and that.]

He's very well-behaved. I've never seen a dog like that before.

If I recall, he isn't the first animal to come out of there. And the others seem to be in good health.

[Like the Lizard Squad living in Ambassador. And Varian's pet raccoon, of course.]

[whatyouwant]

They're a Central American breed and were pretty rare until the 1900's. [Said as she continues to check over Bruiser. The dog seems pretty happy, tail wagging, looking curiously up at Benjamin.]

He seems okay. I guess the animals in there must be eating some of that food that comes out. Do you want to pet him?

[Seemingly satisfied nothing is wrong, Elle tucks him under one arm and stands.]

He's super friendly!

[barberic]

[Benjamin stands as Elle continues to check Bruiser, offering her a hand up when she stands.

He smiles at the pup.]

Hello there, little fellow.

[His hand being approximately half the size of this tiny dog, he offers the knuckles of two fingers for him to sniff.]

You're going to be Miss Elle's fearsome protector, are you?

[whatyouwant]

[Bruiser sniffs, then pushes his head against the hand. If hand, why no pet???]

He's the best protector a girl could ask for.

[barberic]

[Benjamin laughs and rubs his little head (which fits neatly cupped in the palm of Benjamin's hand).]

I bet he is. Quite a ferocious guard dog.

[Pet pet pet.]

BOY!!!

[tellthestory]

Oh! Is that a dog?

[He's got a guitar around him, but show him a dog!]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle nods, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.]

Yeah! This is Bruiser! Bruiser, say hello. [The dog stops licking long enough to let out a happy yip. Elle, shifts him under an arm so she can stand up.]

He just came out of the machine, and I-I didn't realize how much I missed him.

[tellthestory]

Oh - hi!

[Do we say hi to dogs? He guesses we say hi to dogs!]

Wow, I've never seen a real live dog before! He's so small! [do not ask about his specific choice of phrase!]

[whatyouwant]

Really? Well, Bruiser is the best dog, so he's a good place to start.

[She comes closer, within petting distance.]

You can pet him if you want! He's super friendly.

[tellthestory]

Okay, sure.

[He reaches out to pet the dog! All of his prior petting experience has involved lizards, so it's sort of a...weird technique, but alright.]

He's really small.

[whatyouwant]

Chihuahua's are a pretty small breed. He's actually on the larger end for the breed.

[Bruiser starts trying to lick Balladeer's fingers, his tail going a mile a minute.]

Aw, he likes you!

[tellthestory]

Oh! He is really friendly!

[He chuckles a little - that's so weird! Not bad, though!]

How long have you had him?

[whatyouwant]

About three years now! Or maybe six, if my age in the yearbook is right. I got him as a puppy after my first year at UCLA.

[Bruiser stops licking so the pets can resume.]

[tellthestory]

Oh - that's a lot of missing time.

[They've talked about it, of course, and some folks were definitely missing a lot more. But that's a fair amount, especially when the Balladeer's not sure how much he might be missing at all.]

bruiser!!!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Is that a dog?

[Cassandra shouldn't be surprised anymore, and yet she's looking from Elle and the tiny dog wrapped in her arms to the machine set up in the hallway with a newfound sense of confusion... and maybe a little fear.]

Was it in the machine this whole time?!

Re: bruiser!!!

[whatyouwant]

[Elle nods and sucks back the tears enough to speak.]

He just came out and I missed him so much. Bruiser, are you okay? Are you hurt? [She starts poking and prodding, looking for signs of injury or malnutrition. Bruiser seems perfectly happy, not bothered at all by the motions.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

That's insane!

[She's furious! How many animals have to be stuck in this thing?! Is there any end to...

...Oh. The dog is fine.]

...So, uh, is this your dog?

[whatyouwant]

[Seemingly happy that Bruiser is okay, Elle tucks him under her arm and stands.]

Yes! Bruiser, say hi to Cassandra. [On queue Bruiser gives a happy yip.]

bruiser

[sugarlumps]

Oh my glob, are you being attacked!?

[THIS IS AN EMERGENCY THE VENDING MACHINE HAS ATTACK RATS]

Re: bruiser

[whatyouwant]

No, no! [Elle wipes her eyes and stands up, tucking Bruiser under her arm.]

My dog came out of the machine. I was just [Sniff] so happy!