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

[yourattention]

No, pretty sure the Wizard's just some guy. An asshole, but perfectly stabbable.

[violentenvies]

But that face...that did not seem human at all. [he's only gotten some vague examples of robots insofar and the Wizard definitely fits that description]

[yourattention]

Oh, dude. That was just some remote-controlled thing to make everyone think he's big and powerful but really a tiny dog could beat him up. Nobody builds a robot that big unless they're compensating for something.

[mayavericks]

If that's the case, then...

[Casually.... side-eying Elle and her little dog, too?]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob looks extremely vindicated.]

I knew it, it is Plankton!

[yourattention]

......... You know what? Valid-ass theory, Spongebob. Ten points for Bikini Bottom.

[employeeoftheyear]

Yay!

[A pause, before his face drains in horror.]

Wait, I should probably stop making Krabby Patties if he is behind this.

[yourattention]

Noooooooooooooooo! But I love the Krabby Patties.

[employeeoftheyear]

I'm sorry Connor, I'm sad too, but we gotta make sure there is no chance that Plankton gets a hold of this formula. It's for the greater good.

[He seems... deathly serious about this.]

[yourattention]

I can't believe Plankton is ruining my life and he might not even be here.

[employeeoftheyear]

How about this? When we get outta this, I'll give you a years worth of free Krabby Patties.

[Distant Mr. Krabs screaming in horror.]

[yourattention]

.......... Okay, deal.

[He holds out his hand. They are gonna shake on this and he will be claiming that shit.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[He shakes!]

It's a deal!

[So now you can't die, Connor! >:) It was a trap.]

[violentenvies]

I...see. [he kind of does, actually]

Like the Lord that buys the largest carriage simply so he can take up the entire street when he's riding around town.

[yourattention]

Oh, 100% exactly like that. Same "look at me, I'm big and powerful but I'd cry like a weak baby if somebody kicked me in the shin" energy.

[violentenvies]

[lskdhfs that brings an amused smirk to Salieri's face]

Ah, yes. Those types are easy to recognize from a ways off. If there is someone else controlling that robot, then I would agree that he certainly falls into that category.