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]

He was, he was—

[Connor shakes his head, trying to stop his crying but can't. There's a drum in the background, spaced like a heartbeat.]

He was, he was
everything I'm not, my whole universe
when I was a footnote, a slim second verse.
Oh, he was the chorus, the hook, and the groove
and without him there pushing somehow I can't
move

[whatyouwant]

Connor, you need to breath.

[Elle gently takes his shoulders and squeezes, trying to give him something else to focus on.]

Breath with me, okay? [She starts taking loud, slow inhales and exhales.]

[yourattention]

[His first attempt is shaky, uneven. The next is almost normal. And then again until he's calmed down. Her hands on his shoulders help, giving him something to focus on.]

.... Thanks.

[whatyouwant]

It's no problem.

[She gives him another moment to collect himself.]

Do you want to talk about it?

[yourattention]

I... my dream last night sucked, is all.

[He brings his knees up closer to him, hugging them closer to him.]

Figured out where the missing two years of my life went, partly. I just... didn't expect them to be like that, I guess. I don't... know how I got to what I saw.

[whatyouwant]

[Using her grip on Connor's shoulders, Elle pulls herself forward to hug him.]

I'm sorry. [She doesn't know what else to say. She doesn't want to push, and it's likely an issue she can't do anything about here. She can support, though. If there's one thing Elle Woods can do, it's support.]

[yourattention]

[Oh.

Today's weird. Peregrine hugged him earlier and he... well. This time he doesn't freeze, but it's a very close thing. Tentatively, Connor hugs Elle back and it's nice. Like, holy shit. Nobody's really touched him aside from Miguel in a long time and it's so nice to feel loved because people are touching you.]

..... It's okay. I think—no, I am going to make it better.

[whatyouwant]

You for sure will. [She gives a squeeze.]

Who is 'he'?