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

[alchemistake]

[HAHA WELL UHH...

Varian looks up at the ceiling, a little sheepish to be asked that so directly.]

I have friends! They're just....new friends. There's Cassandra, and Rapunzel, and Eugene...and Ruddiger, of course. I guess there aren't really a whole lot of other kids my age in my village, though...

[And he doesn't remember Kiera and Catalina yet.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah maybe perks up a little when he says he was friends with Rapunzel-- which she's not sure if she could dig into or not. It's either freakin' Rapunzel, or the daughter of some weird-ass obssessed with fairytales, and she's not sure which would be better.]

That's still nice, new friends or not. There are lots of kids where I live, and lots of them know me-- I go to looooots of parties.

[alchemistake]

[Please ask about Rapunzel, Farrah, he's told the story a few times now and it never gets old seeing how excited people are even if he had no idea she was like...a fairytale in other worlds, apparently.]

Parties, huh? You know I don't think I've actually ever been to a party...and the ones we've been having here don't count.

[brokeforgood]

Oh yeah. Tons of them. You just kindof show up, and hear about other parties, and go to those parties, and then at those parties, you hear about more... But you might not actually be missing out. [She sits up straighter, then, turning to him with a knowing expression, like a wise older sibling instructing someone younger.]

[♫]I was hot
I went to parties a lot
Y'know?
I was riding in Lamborghinis
Sipping super-bad martinis
With kids whose dads own a yacht

[There's a quick pause, and she pats his hands.]

But I was depressed
Oh so completely obsessed
An unhappy beauty queen
Who dreamed to be a big cheerleada
I had such low self-esteem
I was a mess

[alchemistake]

[Aw man, poor Farrah...Varian understands now, he thinks.]

I guess it was one of those things where you go to a bunch hoping they'll make you happy but then they just...don't?

[Is that how depression works?]

[brokeforgood]

And you think you’ll have a ton of friends, but in the end, they’re all just... people who don’t really know you.

And if they did, they wouldn’t like you.

[alchemistake]

[FARRAH NO

Varian looks down at his bandaged hand for a moment, then back at Farrah.]

Well...anyone who wouldn't like you just doesn't have good taste, that's all.

[Like sure, Farrah is rough around the edges, but...she's still worthy of being a friend.]