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! ))

Comments

[brokeforgood]

What's a funeral, if not a party? [She follows Peregrine's suggestion, though, flopping down into the nearest seat, and groaning as she does so. The dramatic move, not so good.]

Should'a saved it for today.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine keeps a close eye. How old is Farrah again? ...Just how much did she have? ]

Why today...? I thought...you know, everything else would've been worse.

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. I guess the other people dying was worse. [She says it so casually, closing her eyes and pressing the back of her hand to her forehead.]

Do I look like a zombie to you?

[comeandfindme]

[ Other people dying? ...What's that supposed to mean? Peregrine looks her over. ]

You look massively hungover.

[brokeforgood]

I am massively hungover. [Farrah groans, moving her hand down, and using her entire arm to shield her eyes]

Massively hungover, massively confused, massively... Ugh. I can't think of vocabulary to describe it right now.

[comeandfindme]

Mmmaybe hit the booze a little less next time, yeah?

[ Ah... She looks around for a way to get the lights lower and finds a dimmer on the wall. Less light for Farrah. ]

[brokeforgood]

Maybe I should hit it twice as much next time and not have to experience.... today?

[comeandfindme]

[ Trying to be gentle: ] Noo, that'd probably just make it worse.

[ What about today could be... ]

...Does this...have something to do with— did you have a dream last night? A realistic one?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah shrinks. Then she lowers her hands--- slowly placing one over her chest, folding the other arm over her waist. It's almost like she's hugging herself, defensively.]

It wasn't--- it was real.

[comeandfindme]

[ Oh, no. ]

Farrah... What happened?

[brokeforgood]

[She draws her knees to her chest, and hugs them. It doesn't get easier, the more people she tells. It's still so fresh.]

I was in the bathroom, trying to pull myself together-- and then... my captain came in. And I was trying to tell her I was sorry, but she... I don't know if she didn't hear me, or if she just didn't care.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine can feel the hairs on her arms stand up. ]

What'd she do?

[brokeforgood]

I think—- I think she killed me. [Farrah thought she was chill about this—- but she’s not. There’s something different about telling Peregrine about this than when she told the others. She sobs.]

She had a knife, and she just kept—- stabbing me!

[comeandfindme]

Fuck...

[ What does she say to that? What can you say to that? Peregrine walks over and tries to hug Farrah. ]

Fuck, Farrah, I...