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! ))

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Library

[samefacesyndrome]

[ It's not like Rina didn't know who Elsa was. They'd been in the same dorm for two weeks now and have been at some of the same gatherings (including... that awful trial). She'd read the yearbook several times so she knew everyone's names... at this point it was hard to not know who everyone was. But it was like in that way you eventually learn the names of everyone in your class. Just because you're around each other and know their names, doesn't mean you really know them. And just like with her actual classmates back home, she had struggled to approach everyone.

...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. ]

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's easy to know of someone, but not know them. That was the case with Rina; she seemed like a nice enough girl, and Elsa smiled and waved when they passed each other in the halls or settled in for the night in the dorm. But she feels a similar way - two of their number are gone, when they were so sure that nobody would die that week. How could she go for much longer, not talking to the others? They can only rely on each other right now, locked away from the world as they are...

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?

1/2

[samefacesyndrome]

That's good... I've been okay. It's been pretty quiet without incident...

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fret fret fret ]

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She lowers the paper down enough so her eyes can be seen, suddenly worried that she may seem disingenuous saying this with her face hidden away. ]

Um... I-I'm sorry I haven't talked to you much before now... I um... was just kind of nervous talking to anyone...

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa gets it. Really, she does. She knows how hard it can be to approach people, to really talk to them. Before her coronation, and even during the party itself, she'd been so nervous she might've been spooked by her own shadow. With everything that's one on in this place, too... that doesn't help much either.

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...