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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! ))
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.]
(( 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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Monday morning in Rodgers Dorm isn't pierced with a scream, exactly, but if any of the early early birds are still lingering as others begin to awaken, they'll see Elsa startle awake with a choked gasp, one hand clutching the front of her shirt so tightly it's almost as if she's about to tear through the fabric. The hand flattens out, like she's trying to feel her chest, her heart, before she takes another deep, shaking breath. She looks down at her hands - still unmarked, but she doesn't look.... happy. It's like there's a shadow cast across her face, and she stares at her hands for a good long time before she even attempts to get out of bed.
Later, she'll make a stop by the vending machine. While most of the things she receives are the typical junk inside, something she pulls out seems to shake her, in a good way; a long maroon shawl, which she immediately wraps around her shoulders. She presses a bit of the draping fabric against her face, breathing deep like she's trying to inhale some familiar scent, and just... stands there for a while. It's clear that this item has a lot of meaning to her.
For the rest of the day, Elsa doesn't take the shawl off. Which is fine, because she doesn't really putter around much. She'll stay curled up in the library, thumbing through a few books but not really reading them.]
Rodgers Dorm
Elsa? Are you all right?
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I don't... I'm... [She can't even choke out an I'm okay. Instead, she just shakes her head.] I don't know. I had the most vivid dream....
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Oh, um. You too?
[ That's... not reassuring, given his own dreams, but he can put that aside for now. He steps over to kneel next to her bed so as not to be standing over her awkwardly. ]
You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want. But I'm here. Do you need anything? I can probably get you a mug of cocoa or tea or something.
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Cocoa, yes... something warm. I think that would help.
[Another shaky breath, and she rubs her hands nervously against her sheet-covered legs.]
I think I just need something to settle my nerves, that's all.
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Vending Machine
[The Balladeer did! He's got his guitar - actually his, his one from home - and he's sort of idly strumming it as he sits at one of the tables nearby. The woven strap is new, but he still recognized the instrument itself. Thus far, though, he hasn't made much of that difference; the old strap was pretty darn old anyway.]
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And then her thoughts grind to a halt when she notices the strap of the guitar. That... there's no way. She knows he can't be from her world, so how....?]
Where did you get that???
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[The Balladeer can see that something is happening here, but he's got no idea what.]
Maya got it, actually...?
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No, the- that strap. Where did you get that before here?
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[Cassandra tends to notice now when someone has gone to the concession's stand; typically, they stand outside it, admiring their newly received boons... unless they're buried under yet another pile of trombones. It's part of why she's held off on spending her own coins.]
That looks new.
[She nods towards the shawl wound around Elsa's shoulders - something so deeply maroon stands out immediately against Elsa's red uniform.]
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It's not new new. It's... something from back home. [She spreads her arms out, so Cassandra can get a better look at the shawl.] This was my mother's.
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Your mother? [Ah. That's it. Her mother, Queen Iduna. Cassandra knew scant few things about Arendelle's former queen, but everybody knew how she had met her end, going down in the north sea with the king, never to be seen again.]
You look happy. It must be nice, having a piece of your parents back.
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[Sometimes, if she can remember all those years ago, before she'd been too afraid to touch anyone, she can imagine the shawl is really her mother's arms. Wrapping her up in warmth and safety, shielding her from the harshness of the world...]
It's a special memento, and I can't help but feel calm, whenever I wrap it around myself. Like a piece of my mother is still here.
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Library
...But it shouldn't stay like that, should it? She hadn't talked to Mumble or Sissi either and now they were both gone. She didn't want to regret not at least talking to the rest of her dorm more. And she had a special tool now to make it easier to talk to others, didn't she?
So spying Elsa in the library she makes the decision to approach her, one of her expression sheets up. ]
H-Hello... Are you feeling any better, Elsa-san...?
[ She had caught a bit of what happened this morning when Orpheus talked to her, on account of being used to getting up really early for school but had kept to herself in bed and tried not to listen since she didn't want to be rude and eavsesdrop. Still, it was hard not to worry a little. ]
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When she looks up, she manages a smile, huffing out a little laugh at the sheet held up. How charming...]
A little, yes. [She can't say she feels totally better, but. At the very least, she's not about to lapse into a panic attack.] Has the day been treating you well, Rina?
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Um... I-I'm sorry I haven't talked to you much before now... I um... was just kind of nervous talking to anyone...
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When she looks at Rina, she's careful not to look straight in the eye, for fear of spooking the girl. It's like the trick of looking slightly to the left; look at someone's ear, or their nose, or just over their shoulder, so that you're paying attention but not looking straight at them.]
I understand. It feels like everything's sort of happening all at once, doesn't it? [And god, is it tiring.] Sometimes it feels like it's barely been a few days since we all woke up here, but it's been weeks now...
library
[He's holding a copy of Hamlet, for the record.]
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Ah... The Crucible. [Oh no.] Honestly, my attention's been drifting a bit... I can't recall a thing about it right now.
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[He sits down at the table near her.]
Not that you have to talk to me about it, but. [He shrugs.] I feel like I have to pay people helping me out yesterday forward, you know?
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Just... the trial. That... sham of an execution. Dreams that happened after. [Elsa lets out a slow breath, setting the book aside.] It's one of those days where my head feels so full there's not enough room to think.
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But focusing is hard, today, and eventually Eurydice sets aside her books, muttering to herself. ]
Ugh.
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So lost in thought, she almost misses Eurydice nearby, and starts a bit when she hears the ugh.]
Is something wrong?
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Yes? I'm not in mortal danger [ hah ] right now, but it is really hard to get anything done. But we don't have the luxury of waiting around, either, so. Ugh.
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