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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[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

[Ruddiger will always allow for pets, especially ones by the people who are feeding him. He's never had a pancake before...he's never had syrup before either, so he's just. Having the fucking time of his life over here, man.

He will eat literally as much as Farrah gives him too so, uh. She might want to be careful.]

[By being careful do you mean..... pushing the plate over to him so he can lick up the rest of the syrup? Because that's what she's doing.]

That's right. Whose your favorite in the whole-wide school? It's Farrah.

[It's Farrah!! Holy shit is it Farrah-

Ruddiger's tail twitches behind him as he's being offered the whole goddamn plate, so he's just going to go to town licking the syrup off without wasting any time. Boy, if Varian thought he was a handful before...just wait until all of that sugar kicks in.]

[Yeah, that's gonna suck, right?

Farrah moves to scoop Ruddiger up, but she'll let him hold the plate still.]

Let's get you back to Daddy, okay?

[Ruddiger nods, holding onto the plate and...continuing to lick it as Farrah picks him up. Lead the way!

Varian is in the auto shop all up underneath the hood of that car...completely oblivious to his son's antics.]

Week Three

Cafeteria

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