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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It's racc time

[alchemistake]

[The school is big enough that a lot of the time, people end up pretty spread out throughout the day, especially with the new wing to explore. One part of the building that almost always sees some sort of activity, however, is the Cafeteria. People have to eat, right?

Maybe that explains the weird rustling in the Cafeteria, coming from inside?

Should you choose to investigate, one will walk into an empty cafeteria. Nobody else seems to be around...yet, there's a trash can pushed up against the wall that keeps. Vibrating. They're probably not supposed to do that.

They probably don't have tails either, which comes flicking up into view as the creature inside carefully starts to back out as he balances himself precariously on the lip of the can, just barely managing to hang on thanks to how...plump he is.

Or, maybe instead you were already here, trying to enjoy an innocent meal? Whatever it is you're eating, all it takes is for your eyes to leave your plate for a second...because upon turning back, there's a little hand reaching up through the gaps in the tables that pats at the table and your plate, trying to find any piece of food to snatch off of it.

If you don't catch the thievery going on in the kitchen, you might run into something darting around your ankles in the Hallway. Whether it trips you up or not, the figure comes to a stop at the far end of the hallway and sits back on his haunches, turning to look at you with a whole pizza crust in his mouth. He stares for a second, eyes lit up in the shadow of the corner, before he turns and takes off down the next bend of the hallway.]

[OOC: This toplevel is solely going to contain threads with Ruddiger! He's a disney animal, so he's not only intelligent, but he'll be able to understand what you say to him even if he's not...necessarily going to listen, depending. When you're ready for Varian to eventually rejoin the chaos, you can bring him back to him in the auto shop or let me know in the header you're ready for rescue and Varian will come looking for him.]

Cafeteria

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob is busy making breakfast when he notices Ruddiger rummaging through the garbage sans Varian. Sure, Varian warned him about wild animals but... well... this was just such a cute land mammal! Surely he couldn’t mean any harm!

He tries to call out to him before realizing he can’t speak anymore, so instead he starts whipping up a tiny Krabby Patty.

Wonder who that’s for.

[alchemistake]

[IT IS A MYSTERY.

That said, Ruddiger isn't going to let up on his search while Spongebob is busy cooking away. He can smell the delicious smells coming from the kitchen, but he knows better than to go in there looking for food. Maybe if he gets desperate enough and the trash turns up empty...he hasn't really found anything all that good yet, which is why there are a few things tossed out of the can and onto the floor. An apple core, some fruit peelings...at least throw away something semi-edible, people.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Well good that will make this more of a surprise!

Once he finishes the patty, he puts it on a similarly tiny plate and puts it next to Ruddiger's trashcan, knocking it gently to get his attention.]

[alchemistake]

[Ruddiger lifts his head at the sound of the knocking, ready to grab the first thing he finds and bolt since he thinks he's in trouble and has been caught...but then he notices Spongebob standing there.

Expectantly. ....squints.

He carefully slides out of the trashcan and onto the floor, sniffing at the air until he spots the tiny krabby patty on the plate on the floor, looking back at Spongebob hesitantly.

Is....that for him?]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob nods and backs away a little. Enjoy, Ruddiger!]

Cafeteria

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's in the cafeteria eating an early lunch when she looks away for just a second, and then-- Oh. That's really freaking creepy. What's with that little hand?

When she peers under the table, she lets out a little]

Oooooh! [She then gets the dumb little baby voice that some people get when they see something cute]

Hang on Ruddy-- Auntie Farrah's gonna get you something real good.

[alchemistake]

[HE'S BEEN SPOTTED RUN-

Oh wait, no. It's Farrah. Farrah's been kind to him, even if she too talked about his potential for rabies...and at the mention of getting him something?

The raccoon scrambles out from under the table and up onto one of the seats, though he'll refrain from like. Climbing up onto the table. He understands that's where the food goes and people might get kindof mad at him if he did that.

Now he'll sit up on his haunches, looking at Farrah imploringly with big dark, sad eyes. Yes please feed him, he is starving. Look at how thin he is.]

[brokeforgood]

[The good thing to do would be to give him some veggies or something healthy, maybe make him trade it for tricks-- but this is Farrah. Farrah's the fictional equal of this woman that was in a pug facebook group I was in, who would pour her pug cups of mountain dew, and edited a video of her pug drinking the mountain dew as "I know it's bad for her but she loves it"

So Farrah takes one of her pancakes, rips it in half, and dunks it in syrup several times. Then, she offers this sugary, dripping mess to the raccoon sitting in the seat beside her.]

[alchemistake]

[Oh my gOD

Farrah is now Ruddiger's new best friend, that's for damn sure. He doesn't care if it's dripping- he reches out and takes the pancake piece in his hands before shoving the entire thing into his mouth. It's gone within seconds, leaving him to lick syrup off his now very-sticky raccoon hands.

It may not be good for him, but it IS very cute to watch.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah fucking loves this.

Farrah doesn't seem to mind the mess, either. She reaches out to pet him with her clean hand while he's distracted, if he'll let her, then rips the remaining half of a pancake into halves again. Then, she offers him one of the quarters dipped into syrup, and munches on the other quarter of pancake herself.]

Gotta say. I see the cuteness.

Cafeteria

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is just grabbing something to eat after dealing with Mime Club before he heads to see what is in store for them today with the Clubs when he spots the little hand grasping around on the table. It does, quite frankly, startle him, causing Salieri to jump in his seat, blinking, shoving his plate out of the way of said hand. He might've made some noise but...well. He's frustratingly mute.

However, despite that, he's going to try and see where that hand is coming from]

[alchemistake]

[All Salieri needs to do is take a peek under the table. Surprise!

It's Ruddiger. Who immediately pulls his hand back and chitters at Salieri, somehow managing to look sheepish despite having a raccoon face.

He hungry...and Varian is Busy and can't feed him, he's such a terrible pet owner god]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's expression devolves into amusement when he realizes who it is. He leans back up, patting the seat next to him in obvious invitation.]

[alchemistake]

[It's better than what Ruddiger was expecting, to be shooed away. So after a moment of hesitation, he'll move out from under the table and hop up into the seat beside Salieri, watching him expectantly.

...while also taking not-too-subtle glances over at his plate, of course.]

[violentenvies]

[alsdhfs cute. Really, what is he supposed to do against that face?

Salieri grabs what's left of his slice of bread (some kind of baguette, but rather low-quality) and offers it to the raccoon]

Cafeteria

[mayavericks]

[Maya is probably going to throw away her own meal, or at least some sort of snack, only to stop short of the shaking trashcan. She looks startled for a few seconds, glancing around almost frantically at this phantasmal sight.

But then she spots the tail, and... - ]

Ruddiger-san.

[She's going to try and lift him by the tail. Sorry bud.]

[alchemistake]

-!!!

[It won't be hard for her to do, even if Ruddiger is a bit chunky. He startles and wiggles his limbs a bit as he's suddenly being lifted up out of nowhere, trying to locate the source of his ascension...

...oh. It's Maya.

Can a raccoon look sheepish? Because that's what Ruddiger looks like now as he hangs there upsidedown in Maya's grasp, waving at her with his paws.

HEY....HE TOTALLY WASN'T EATING TRASH...]

[mayavericks]

[She blinks slowly.]

You realize there are plenty of bleeding hearts here who would cook for you if you so much as blinked at them.

[She heads toward the kitchen. You know. Still holding him upside down.]

[alchemistake]

[Ruddiger makes another, plaintive sound. He's not used to being around this many people, okay...most of the time people aren't exactly happy with animals in the kitchen, after all!]

[mayavericks]

[Listen, people aren't okay with murder, either. And yet!

In any case, once she's in the kitchen, she sets him down in front of the fridge and opens it up.]

What do you want to eat? Point to it, do not grab it. Not after you have been in the garbage.

hallway

[yourattention]

What the—Ruddiger!

[Whymst raccoon when he doesn't have his feral animal handling gloves.]

Is he just letting you run wild now?

[alchemistake]

[It's fine! That thump you just heard was Ruddiger scrambling into the wall, but he's okay. The floors are just slippery, that's all.

As for his "owner" well...he probably doesn't even realize that Ruddiger left. Usually he stays around while he's working, but it sounds like the little guy got hungry while he was busy.

Now he's in the corner staring up at Connor, still clutching that crust like he expects it to get taken away from him.]

[yourattention]

I'm not taking your gross pizza crust, trash panda. Can you even eat that? That cannot be good for you.

[Are raccoons like birds? He knows birds aren't supposed to have bread. Pizza's not even really good for humans so it must also be junk for raccoons, right? Also Ruddiger's already fat so like. He should probably not be eating people food.]

Do you eat salad? Fuck it, come here. I'll make you and your owner food.

[Because he's like 75% sure Varian won't have eaten lunch either.]

[alchemistake]

[Ruddiger 100% should not be eating people food like, at all. It's probably half of why he's so fat? So he's really just gotten fatter ever since he popped out of the vending machine.

At the question of salad...Ruddiger seems intrigued- if a bit suspicious- as he sits up a little higher on his haunches, sniffing the air. After a moment he'll carefully pad towards Connor, dropping the pizza crust at his feet like a dog.

If you make him something tast(ier) he promises he won't eat this. Maybe. He definitely won't come back for it later.]