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

[voicerights]

[It's the SQUIP's intention to just peek in at Mime Club to see what's going on. The fact that it has a target painted upon its face, courtesy of Discord, appears to have missed its notice; for now it's just examining the Mimevert poster.

The Heck Is This.]

[tellthestory]

[...okay, are we all just ignoring the face paint, or...?

The Balladeer walks up and peers at the SQUIP quizzically, before motioning to his own face. Dude, what is up?]

[voicerights]

[...?

It tilts its head, frowning at the Balladeer before reaching up to touch its face. It appears there is something on it, but -

-alright, just gonna glance around for something reflective. Maybe like, y'know, a knife.]

[tellthestory]

[A knife??? Dude, just...the Balladeer looks around and snags a napkin from a nearby table. Just wipe it.]

[voicerights]

[It'll take a butter knife, ok!!!!! Something to at least see its reflection. It frowns at such, confirming the thought, and then accepts the napkin.

It opens its mouth to explain, but- you know. Can't really howl at the moon like this.]

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer shrugs and says something. Something along the lines of this being a nightmare, if you're any good at lip reading?]