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

[brokeforgood]

[ Wednesday morning, and Farrah's up and about-- it's been a while since she played with the Vending Machine, so she heads there first thing. You might find her reacting to any of her regains ("Hamilton tickets? Holy shit-- Aw man, who am I gonna scalp these to here?" or making suggestive growls at Rum Tum, or hugging the cow plush) or, maybe you've caught her at the very end, where... nothing comes out, after she puts her coin in.] What? Where is it? [It sounds-- stuck? Farrah moves to shake the machine a little, which doesn't work. Then she gets down on her hands and knees, and sticks her arm up the hole of the vending machine, similar to her first day here. That seems to work-- which is unfortunate, because seconds later, she's shouting]

Holy shit, Noooooooo! [[Elisabeth's dress may have a tiny waist. But that skirt? Fucking GIANT. Anyone watching Farrah may watch her disappear completely under the pile of fabric. Help her. Please.]

[Or, you might find her after Mime Club. She can be found in the kitchen, boiling water, with her box of tea sitting on the counter. Maybe she thinks the tea will help her talk again? Anyway, that water's boiling over, and she's probably going to burn the pot because instead of watching it, Farrah's sitting on the floor painting her nails.

She can also be found in the Women's Locker Room stashing bottles of wine that she swiped from Mime Club into one of the lockers. Oh. So this is where Farrah hides her booze!]

kitchen

[voicerights]

[it's fine it's fine SQUIP got you. tap to the shoulder, Farrah, and don't startle too badly because it's holding the pot in its other hand]

[brokeforgood]

[This is Farrah. She startles pretty badly, but because she's mute right now, she can't scream, and she just ends up knocking the nail polish onto her skirt. SQUIP, you can't do this to her-- she's seen John Wick. That was terrifying. She moves her mouth like she's complaining, even though nothing's coming out-- but she does get up, once she realizes what he's holding.

At least "thank you" is easy to mouth.]

[voicerights]

[If the SQUIP was human, it probably would have spilled the hot water. As it is, it pretty much expected that, more or less, so while it does kind of make a few undignified moves to keep it from spilling - not a drop exits the pot. RANK: S+

But it does give Farrah a pointed glance - really? - and then nod in acceptance of the thanks. And then eye the stain on the skirt. Well, that's Problematic]

[brokeforgood]

[She's impressed, but honestly, also expected no less from John Wick.

Farrah doesn't seem to care, or even notice the stain on her skirt. She just puts the cap back on the nailpolish, sets that aside, and retrieves her mug, plopping a teabag into it. Then she holds it out for the SQUIP, looking at it expectantly.]

[voicerights]

[Wow, what is it, your maid? Rude. But - it is programmed to assist. And while Farrah isn't its own human, calculations suggest that, well, when in Rome...

It carefully pours the water in to the cup, while making a few quick gestures with its other hand. Farrah may or may not recognize it as ASL asking if she has any nail polish remover.]

[brokeforgood]

[She does belong to a wealthy family now, so she might actually be expecting something like that. Unfortunately, Farrah doesn't understand ASL, even if she does recognize sort of vaguely what it's trying to do. So she shrugs, mouths another "Thank You" and blows on her hot cup of water, waiting for it to steep.]

[voicerights]

[Worth a shot. It briefly closes its eyes in a slightly frustrated - and quite humanlike - gesture, then opens them and nods at the gratitude. Just gonna put the tea back, and disappear for a few minutes out the door, doo doo doo

when it comes back? It sets a bottle of nail-polish remover before Farrah, and gestures at the spill. And it doesn't even have to mouth it, its posture and manner are practically screaming you're welcome.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah looks at the squip, then at the bottle, then at the squip again--- Then, finally at her skirt. Well. That's enough to make her smile, but she doesn't thank him. Not properly at least.

She does, however, put her hands together in the shape of a heart.]

[voicerights]

[Hey, Farrah. You actually get a little smirk-smile, that actually holds nothing condescending at all; it seems to honestly approve of the gratitude. After all, what other sign can it receive that it's properly fulfilling its program, than the approval of its a human?

Have a V-sign.]

kitchen

[yourattention]

You're flooding your cuticles. Also your water's boiling.

[He did not attend mime club, because he is understandably freaked out by mimes.]

kitchen

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer, unfortunately, chose this week to go to the club!

Being voiceless is particularly stressful for someone of his particular nature, so he definitely had the thought of trying some tea with honey. That's supposed to help, isn't it? He doesn't attempt to greet Farrah immediately, moving right for the pot of water with some apparent alarm. Let's just uhhhhhh...he can get out some cups and start with this tea?

(oh no is this the literally singing tea)]