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]

The entire school. [It rattles off an exact number, because Of Course It Does.] That includes faculty, but not others that may or may not be present.

[mcfife]

Then it should be easier to protect them from an onslaught than if The Wizard were attacking an entire city. One building can be protected easily, but when a city falls, there are always casualties.

[But it's not guaranteed. There's always the chance that his Jeremy will die.]

[voicerights]

I am unable to protect him. [And it actually scowls] I am not there. And no doubt, it would happen while we are still powerless to interfere!

[mcfife]

We simply...we must trust...

[But Angus himself doesn't believe in the possibility. He can't convince the SQUIP if he can't convince himself.]

[voicerights]

Trust what.

[And it gets to its feet]

You humans put your faith in the slimmest odds, or in ones that do not even exist. I was not programmed to have faith - I was programmed to calculate probabilities on a quantum level, to foresee possible futures and act accordingly in the best interests of my human. What, exactly, do you expect me to trust?

[...is that a bit of heat in its voice?]

[mcfife]

[Angus has to think of an answer. There always has to be something to believe in.]

Trust in... trust in Jeremy and his power.

[Do they have the power of Hoots in his universe? The robot doesn't even believe in magic, so what of gods?]

[voicerights]

[Oh, Angus.

Did you intend for it to burst out laughing? Because it is. It even seems surprised that it has, but- it can't stop]

[mcfife]

[He waits for him to stop laughing. He keeps going. He's not going to end anytime soon.]

You...do not believe in him. [Will it hear him over its laughter?]

1/2

[voicerights]

[Apparently it does, because it throws out its arms and]

Oh-
Everything about him is so terrible
Woaah-
Everything about him made me wanna die!

2/2

[voicerights]

[And it turns back to Angus, bringing a hand forwards. Now listen here, the gesture says, even as it continues]

You say 'have faith'
You don't realize
That without me
It's no surprise

He's hopeless, worthless, and unskilled-
He's dud, distilled!

[mcfife]

[Angus is aware that not all robots must like their owners, but some level of respect is required. What would Jeremy think if his SQUIP said such terrible things about him?]

Is that what you think of the boy you are meant to serve?

[How pathetic must he be for the robot to even say such a thing?]

[voicerights]

That is what I know of him.

[mcfife]

That is a pretty subjective way to describe a person.

[voicerights]

I assure you, it was more than just me who thought it.

[mcfife]

You mean those that disliked this particular Jeremy?

[voicerights]

Nobody liked him, Angus. That was why he purchased me in the first place.

[mcfife]

And you were to reside in a brain in order to make him likeable? How would a robot analyze emotions?