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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[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...]

[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.]

[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!]

[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.

[OKAY, that's fair. Let's see...what does he want?

Ruddiger swings a little in her grasp, trying to tilt his head upwards a bit so he can get a better look inside. If there's any kind of fruit- apples, bananas, grapes, anything- he'll point to those.]

[Grapes are good. She grabs a handful of those, as well as a few bananas. With that settled, she adjusts her grip on Ruddiger so that he's tucked beneath her arm instead, and heads back out into the cafeteria. Eventually, they settle at a table, where she hands the grapes over and gets to work on peeling the bananas.]

We called my friend Banana-chan, have I told you that?

[GRAPES

Ruddiger takes the grapes as soon as he's handed them, shaking his head when Maya mentions a...Banana? Oh wait, her friend is a banana, got it.

Weird, but okay.

But also, she might notice him wiggling a little as he holds onto the grapes, looking down at them a little frustrated. He rubs his paws over one of the grapes, chittering softly.

He usually washes his food :C]

[Maya blinks at Ruddiger.

A few times. The exasperation is clear.]

You were just eating out of the garbage, but somehow your grapes are not clean enough?

[She sighs and sets down some banana chunks. In the meantime, she gets up to wash the grapes.]

[Ruddiger knows he doesn't have the room to be picky but, like...Maya has thumbs, okay.

He looks pleased at the very least when she rescinds and goes to wash the grapes for him, Ruddiger settling down to happily munch on pieces of banana while she's gone.]

[She's back before long. And look at that, she's even picked the grapes off the stem for him.]

Would you like for me to peel them as well?

[YAY

Ruddiger shakes his head, picking up one of the grapes to immediately shove into his mouth.

nyam nyam nyam]

[Oh no... He's actually kind of cute.]

We should get you back to Varian soon, don't you think?

[Ruddiger considers that for a moment, shoving another grape into his mouth.

Honestly, probably. He mostly was just hungry, so if Maya wants to take him back, he won't stop her.]

[Maya kneels down, offering a shoulder.]

You can bring your snacks with you.

[Ruddiger is just going to grab up a couple more grapes in that case- maybe shoving a few into his mouth like the chipmunk he definitely is not for safe keeping- before carefully hopping up onto Maya's shoulder. Despite how big he is, he's actually not too heavy to have up there, being mostly fluff with a pot belly. His tail wraps around her shoulders like a fluffy boa as he settles to munch on the grapes while she goes.

Varian is up underneath the car in the auto shop, but he can hear above whatever loud banging he's doing in there.]

[s long as no one is looking, Maya will give him a few scritches as they go. She stops as soon as they enter the auto shop, though. Can't have Varian thinking she's gone soft.

Once she's by the car, she waits for the clanking to at least die down before clearing her throat.]

Varian-san. You have a visitor.

Hm?

[Varian rolls out from under the car, wiping a hand over his forehead...only to be stopped, surprised when he sees Maya standing there with Ruddiger on her shoulders.]

Wh- Ruddiger! I thought-

[He looks over at the little chair he'd pulled up for him and oh, yep, he left a while ago...]

He wasn't bothering you, was he? I guess I should have kept the door closed...

Oh, no.

[She glances at Ruddiger, a hint conspiratorial.]

I suspect he only just left. I was going to grab some more tape for my hands in the nurses office when I saw him sprinting down the hall. He probably just needed some exercise, right?

[She gives his head a little pat]

[Ruddiger chitters happily and in agreement. Thank you Maya, you're officially one of the Good Ones in his book.]

Huh...yeah, maybe. I guess watching me was getting kindof boring.

[He smirks, weighing a wrench in his hand as Ruddiger shoves the last of the grapes in his mouth and slides off Maya's shoulder so he can run over to hop up onto Varian's.]

Thanks for keeping an eye on him.

Of course. He is one of our number, right?

[Listen... Sometimes you are crushed beneath the weight of 76 trombones and it forces you to imprint upon a raccoon. It happens.]

I promised to watch over all of you. I meant that.

[Varian scratches underneath Ruddiger's chin as he finishes off the rest of the grapes he'd brought with him.]

That means a lot, really. I know Ruddiger isn't a person or anything, but...he's special to me.

Of course, Varian. [She gives a little half-bow.]

But I won't keep you.

Oh yeah, sure-! Thanks again!

[He'll give Maya a wave before he gets back to work, not seeing the way Ruddiger waves at her with both of his paws before he wraps himself back around Varian's neck.]

Week Three

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