itscurtains | 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! ))

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[The Balladeer startles a little when she turns it off and speaks. He had been rather absorbed in the interview - some quality of it was...it catches at you.]

Oh? Why's that? I mean - I guess that was a little...dark.

[ Eurydice does not care that she's startled someone. All she wants is to stop hearing that voice. ]

He -- he makes everything sound worse than it is.

[ It sounds like Eurydice is trying to convince herself, more than anyone else. ]

You should avoid anything to do with him.

Maybe. Yeah, probably.

[It seems like there was maybe a little something to it...but the Balladeer's always tried to be an optimist. It seems a little unnecessary to think about your own potential death all the time, right?]

Do you know him?

That's Lord Hades. [ Then, because the Balladeer definitely isn't from her world: ] He rules over the Underworld. He likes to say it's better there, but he's wrong.

[ He has to be wrong. ]

I bet that recording's trying to convince you, too.

...could be.

[Yeah, on reflection, he can...kinda see that.]

He said his name was Peter, though. Not - he didn't, the other guy did. In the opener.

[ Peter? The other guy? That...doesn't make sense. Eurydice frowns. ]

I suppose Lord Hades could take other names, but I don't know why he would. Who was the other one?

He didn't say. But he's the one doing the interview, so I think this must be his tape recorder - not like he'd need to label himself. I'm not really sure why he was interviewing him, though.

[ Eurydice isn't sure, either. It might...be a good idea to know, honestly. So she can prepare. She swallows. ]

Okay. Maybe keep listening, then? Sorry I turned it off earlier, I was just -- [ frightened ] -- startled.

Oh...sure, okay. I was mostly...looking to figure out who it might belong to...

[Actually maybe he was mostly just interested. But. He flips it back on. Peter Howland goes on:]

All right. Let's say your car out there hits a patch of black ice and you careen off the road into the trunk of a sixty-foot spruce. Your nose is broken from the impact of the airbag and your brain is swelling from a minor concussion. What would you do?

[The interviewer seems uncomfortable with this question! More so as Peter pushes! It's a little morbid.]

[ This, honestly, bothers Eurydice a lot less. She actually agrees with this Peter -- not having any idea what to do in this situation sounds dangerous. Quietly, on reflex: ]

Splint the nose and cool it with the snow if you have to, make your shelter, drink some water, rest but don't fall asleep.

[Well, she's got that a lot better than the interviewer! He sounds completely taken off-guard by the question, and provides some increasingly flustered answers before admitting:

"Sorry...this is...I don't know if you knew, but my parents died in a car accident, similar to that, when I was thirteen."]

Oh, yikes.

[The Balladeer winces. He can't comment one way or another - with the life he's led, how on earth would he know what to do in that situation? But he can understand not being able to think clearly with something like that thrown at you.]

You don't think he did know that, do you?

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