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! ))

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[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Another day in the academy, another morning waking up to coins gathered on her bedside. Well. Cassandra gathers them up and sets out to her daily routine, a good workout cycle in the gym, pushups, squats, crunches that end with her laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

After that was breakfast, and then a trip to the concession stand. Come on, no blood chunks... No blood chunks...! Bingo! Cassandra's got a new haul to sort through. And what a haul it is.]

No way!

[An honest, genuine gasp escapes her lips as they curve upwards. Her eyes alight as they lay upon the blade in the pile; it's so familiar, sleek and well-maintained. It's Cassandra's, of course. One of them, anyway.

She spends the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, squaring away the items obtained from the vending machine. Mainly in the form of a well-organized pile in Longacre.

Then! It's back to the gym... 2! Where, with very real sword in hand, Cassandra is practicing her thrusts and parries. It's not easy training with herself - it's a fight she has ever chance to win, and little way to lose. No stakes. Still, she's hard at work.

...Of course, half the training seems to be Cassandra attempting to dance around the strange little thing eagerly trotting around her feet.]

Concession

[alchemistake]

[Why did the machine spit out so many knives this week, please don't be a sign-

Varian is here, possibly grabbing a snack, or maybe just passing by, when he spies Cassandra lifting up a blade that glints in the flourescent light of the cafeteria. Yep, looks like Cassandra's alright.]

Friend of yours?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The machine wants to celebrate pride month. That's clearly what's going on here. And it's determined to make up for all the lost time with no weaponry.]

Oh, you could say that.

[Amusement lines her tone, she's running her fingers over the flat end of the blade, watching how the lights dance with each little shift.]

Yup. This is definitely one of mine. I'd recognize it anywhere.

[alchemistake]

Well in that case, I'm glad it fell into your hands and not someone else's.

[Cassandra is capable with a blade, he knows. He can't say as much about himself, or some of the others...Maya would be fine with it, he thinks.]

I guess it was only a matter of time before they started giving us real weapons, huh...

[Wizard probably thought the first death was too boring. Too little blood spilled.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Well, Maya's just received her own sword, so the good news is neither of them have to share.]

The Wizard probably got bored with waiting for us to murder each other [Cassandra lowers her sword. Just the thought of running someone through with it was... She loved a good fight! But not to kill. Not even with Hector did she intentionally want to...]

Something tells me he definitely doesn't want us to last the full eight weeks here.

[alchemistake]

From the looks of things, I'd imagine he expected us to all take each other out week one.

[But maybe that wouldn't have been as fun. Gotta drag it out, you know.]

Gym 2: Gym Harder

[mcfife]

[After cleaning off the pink dirt from his hammer, Angus wanders into the gym for actual weapon practice. He's gone nearly three weeks without practice, which isn't all that terrible in peacetime, but unreasonable when there's a villain to defeat.

He wear light clothes from the costume room and the red cloak from the vending machine - the closest thing to his regal cape. Thankfully, he won't be alone tonight.]

Hail to you, Cassandra! [He lifts the Hammer of Glory up high.] And her guest?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Even in peacetime, there's always the chance of a threat rearing it's head. So it pays to be vigilant and prepared. Naturally, Cassandra doesn't want to go for too long without practice either. After all, who knows when that Wizard is going to show his humongous head again.]

Angus. [Cassandra nods in greeting. She's dressed in light workout attire as well, light for easy movement.] Oh yeah, this little guy came out of the machine. He's been following me around all day - he's harmless.

[The "little guy" topples over from spinning around too much. Meanwhile, her eyes alight at the sight of what he's holding.]

What have you go there?

[mcfife]

[Angus spins the handle in his palm.]

This...is the Hammer of Glory. Forged by ancient gods of warfare. Wrought of lasers from the sun. A gift from the ancient Starlords from times of old, passed down through the McFife bloodline for generations

[It's been recently wiped free of pink dust, too.]

With this, I can finally fight The Wizard on equal footing.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

The Hammer of Glory?

[She wants to crack wise about it, so badly. But there's a part of her that's... intrigued.]

Heh, alright. Sounds like one heck of a hammer! [She nods to him.] But, can you use it?

[mcfife]

Of course, what is a McFife without his mighty hammer?

[He gives it a few practice swings.]

But it would hurt if I struck you with such force. How about dodging practice for now?

gym

[voicerights]

[the heck are thoooooooooooose

The SQUIP would normally study her swordplay- but for now, it's kind of dubiously staring at the creatures by Cass's feet]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The little creature at Cass's feet - there's only one, thank goodness - is plenty interested in what Cassandra's doing, but it seems just as curious about... everything else.

And then it lays eyes on the SQUIP.

pat pat pat patpatpatpatpatpatpatpat

It's coming, SQUIP.]

[voicerights]

[WHUP IGNORE THE PLURAL THEN THE MUN MISUNDERSTOOD

Just. Staring down at the thing.

Up at Cass.

Down at it.

Resists the urge to draw back a foot]

This is...yours?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Sure is. Found that little guy in the machine out in the hall.

[He looks up at SQUIP, lil head tilting quizzically. Tilting, tilting.

It falls over.]

Apparently, Elsa made them.

[voicerights]

[

just gonna go ahead and pick it up, then, to set it back on its feet]

It is interesting that they have living creatures within it.

Gym

[defyingfrigidity]

[This isn't really a room Elsa visits often; she isn't exactly the most physically fit of them all, after all, and most of her power comes from her magic. But while she seems to have recovered from the dreams and the lingering horror of the trial, she's still feeling a bit listless, so she's taken to wandering the complex for most of the day.

When she picks up on the sound of someone in the gym, her curiosity is piqued, and she takes a look inside...

And she just sort of. Watches. She's seen guards fight before, but there's something about the way Cassandra moves that holds her attention. It's not quite like a softly moving river, but more like the sharp, steady flow of a rapid. Cassandra looks dangerous, but at the same time... it's comforting, knowing that this is a force of protection. Seeing Cassandra like this makes her feel safe. And.... curious, with the way she's stepping around like that. What is she-

Oh.]

Oh!

[She'd meant to announce herself properly, but the sight of the little snowman startles Elsa.]

Where did he come from???

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's not a room Cassandra really felt like visiting often either - not at first, anyway, but then their time at the school became more and more of a permanent possibility. And Cassandra's talents were best used when they were keenly honed, weren't they? Nobody wanted a rusty swordhand. So, she found herself coming down more and more to keep in shape.

The routine also helped her stay focused. She had time to think. To plan...

At least when she isn't distracted by tiny little snowmen... or the sudden intrusion of a queen. But that's... fine, isn't it? The sword in her hand feels right, and so did the swift, precise movements she'd trained to do dozens of times before. Even dancing around the snowgie, there's a certain grace to Cassandra. Solid, but smooth.]

Oh!

[Her swing halts, pulling Cassandra into a bit of a stumble. The little guy is hopping around because suddenly we're moving differently!!! what's happening?? What's- Oh!!!!

Elsa, you've got a snowgie running up to you on his stubby little legs.]

Elsa, hey. [Sword lowered, running a hand through her tousled hair.] That little guy was inside the concession stand machine... if you can believe that.

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's clearly a familiar movement, the way Elsa leans down and holds out her hand to scoop up the snowgie scrambling towards her. There's a noticeable pause before she stands up straight again, because there's just a moment where she watches the way Cassandra runs a hand through her hair. It's such a simple movement, but there was something... fascinating about it.

Hm.

Elsa shakes her head to clear that sudden bit of fog clogging it up and stands.]

Honestly, with everything else that pops out of that machine, I'm not surprised. But this... [She gently pokes the little coal button on his belly, laughing at the way the snowgie squirms.] This is, ah... something I accidentally made years ago.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The snowgie is all too glad to clamber into Ela's hands, as oblivious to Elsa's moment of intense fascination as Elsa is. It's all very simple to her, with no regard for how she looks towards the foreign queen.]

Wait, you made this? [She understands that Elsa has powers, but... creating life is included on the list? But it does make a certain amount of sense.] Elsa, that's... amazing!

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa blushes at the praise, but she also looks... a little sheepish?]

It's a little less amazing when you know just what they are. They're, ah... [... Look just admit it, who knows what might happen in the future here! They need to be prepared if something happens like this again!] I got... sick, once. Nothing better, just a cold. But these little guys here popped up every time I... well. Sneezed.

[She's gone from looking sheepish to flat out embarrassed now.]

Gym 2

[whatyouwant]

[Elle hangs back and watches for a few minutes before applauding a particularly impressive move.]

You're really good at this!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassance glances back, internally pleased to see that she has an audience. For the safety of everyone involved, she lowers the blade, carefully avoiding her friendly snowgie.]

Thanks. [She smiles, chest stuffed with pride, if a bit sheepishly. Applause, really....] I've trained a long time to wield a sword correctly. I was a little worried I'd get rusty staying here without any of my weapons.

[whatyouwant]

Oh, were you a knight or something? [Elle is VERY excited by the idea of a lady knight.]</small

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Ah... Lady-in-waiting, actually.

[Is that bitterness on the end of her voice? No, can't be. Surely.]

Joining Corona's, royal guard with my dad is sort of... I guess you could call it my dream? But I think it's my destiny.