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]

[Well, it's certainly not reacting to Varian at first. It may not even notice him. After a moment, though, it looks up, blinking once]

It's...I'm...

[why are its vocal cords not working properly]

[alchemistake]

...hey.

[Varian can tell something is bad wrong, even if the SQUIP can't say what. It's actually more concerning that it can't, given what he knows about it.]

Take your time. I'm not going anywhere.

[voicerights]

[Normally it'd enter a soft reboot to fix this- this glitching, but it can't. Frustration enters its expression as it seems to process it's being pitied, which should absolutely not happen as it's...well...]

Spe...specified to the highest standard...of m-modern engineering...
I...am the product, pat-t-t-ern, and instrument of- predetermined law.

[It's seeming to try and reassure itself as it stumbles over this statement. But as it does, it picks up the tiny grey shape- and holds it in its palm for Varian to see with his own eyes.]

This...is...

[alchemistake]

[Modern engineering...predetermined law?

Varian frowns, looking down at the little pill it holds in its palm. He's not sure what to make of it.]

What does this mean?

[voicerights]

It means I am not what I am supposed to be. [I mean, that was obvious, right? With how it's flat-out said it's not human] I am supposed to be in here, and in Jeremy.

I have been extracted.

[And it's not quite able to regulate its brain properly right now to DEAL WITH THIS SHIT]

[alchemistake]

Extracted...

[Varian...has no idea who- or perhaps what, even- Jeremy is, and he's realizing very rapidly he's not the right person to have come across this, but...okay. Calm down. He might not be familiar with this technology, but that doesn't mean he can't try to at least...attempt to talk SQUIP into a more level state.

It's worth a try, at least.]

Just...hold on, okay? Take a minute to breathe. We'll figure this out. Hester...she's got to know something, and if she doesn't, we'll make her ask the Wizard.