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

[fourbutts]

Well, yeah, and apparently we might be down some memories, if anyone hasn't noticed yet, so!

[ Opens and takes a sip of a soda. ]

That's fucked.

[tellthestory]

We are. The same thing happened in my show - the way I understood it, it was a sort of side-effect of coming here?

[mcfife]

What happened in your show?!

[Ever time B shares a new bit of information, Angus understands less.]

[tellthestory]

Nothing, yet - as far as I remember now. They...we...had a party.

[brokeforgood]

[Don't mind her, she's mimicking the splatter hand motion that he used after they talked about his photo.]

[tellthestory]

Yeah...

[THANKS FOR BRINGING THAT UP???]

Well. I'm sure there was some kind of narrative reason, so...

[themuseabandonsyou]

Wait, what? [ He pauses, and thinks for a second. ] You mean like how some people here are missing years?

[fourbutts]

I guess, yeah.

[ She frowns. ]

Hey, question that I hate for the group, while we're here: did any of your memories explain the wrong shit in the yearbooks?

[themuseabandonsyou]

My yearbook wasn't wrong about me, but. Are you talking about those dreams some of us had, at the beginning of the week? Because I thought those were just - they can't be memories, right? They haven't really happened yet.

[ He's. He's pretty sure? He'd really like to be sure. ]

[mcfife]

I think they might have happened, but I can't say for sure. I recognized no one in that dream I had last night.

[Whatever he remembers, it's not as distressing as those that some people here had.]

[yourattention]

[real quietly:]

Yeah. Figured out where those missing two years went.

[fourbutts]

Mm.

[ Ah... Buddy...... ]

Then we have to think about the possibility they aren't actually wrong.

[yourattention]

I mean, I still don't know why the fuck I'd befriend Evan Hansen. We don't even go to the same school.

[Not included in his weekly memory drop: getting kicked out of Hanover.]

[fourbutts]

Sometimes people make weird friend choices.

[ source: herself ]

[yourattention]

Yeah, okay but if I was gonna make that weird friend choice I would've made it in, like, seventh grade when he was so miserable at fucking dodgeball he broke his nose trying to throw the ball and everyone called him "Nosebleeds" for three months.

[barberic]

My age was the only thing that was truly wrong, for me. And my dream explained about two years of the missing time.

...And I have physical proof that what I dreamed was real.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's a soft thud as Cassandra rests her head against a table, wrapped in her arms. A soft whine emanates from within.

Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh she doesn't want this.]

[fourbutts]

[ Just sort of. Gently pats her? ]

Rough memory?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Muffled:] You could say that.

[She breaks out of her hold on herself, looking up at Janis.]

I don't even know what it means.

[disharmonizes]

[just kind of

slumping down]

Right.

That.

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She's listening to all this and just... ]

Wait... so they weren't just dreams?