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.]

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(( 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's sort of funny, thinking of how the vending machines have become a bit of constant entertainment. Elsa will find herself watching her friends feed coins into the machine, not just in hopes that she'll see something familiar, but also just because of how... ridiculous this all is. Things that have no business in a machine like that falling out... it's always good for a laugh.

Elsa's not laughing when she notices him pull out the Tiara though. In fact, she looks surprised.]

That... how did that get in there?

[For what it's worth, Varian is holding it very delicately, and he'll keep it held that way even as he turns to face Elsa watching nearby.]

Oh...does this look familiar to you, Elsa? I'd gotten so used to props coming out of here, I wasn't even sure if it was real or not.

It does look familiar. It's mine.

[She's not reaching her hand out to take it; instead, her head just tilts curiously, more interested in just looking at it than wanting it back.]

But I haven't worn it in years. I'd given it to a- ah... [What does she call Marshmallow? A creation??? A son???] A friend of mine, who was rather fond of it.

Oh yeah?

[He's a little surprised...if it belongs to her, and she's the Queen, why would she give it away to someone?]

I wonder how it got here, then...you want it back, I assume?

[Honestly, Elsa would be fine without it. The tiara, in the few short hours she wore it, felt... heavy on her head. The weight of all of her father's expectations weighing her down, the weight of all her secrets and worries...

She's better off without it. But... it is a nice memento.]

If... you don't mind, yes. [A pause, then she laughs.] I think it might be better if I did, actually. It might take a lot of explaining if you kept that with you when we all break out of here and bring it back to Corona.

[In that case, Varian will carefully hand the tiara over to her, laughing himself atthat.]

Oh boy, yeah, now that you put it that way...kiinda no good explanation for some random kid with the Queen's tiara in his posession, huh?

[At worst they'd probably think he stole it somehow, though.]

Granted, as far as most people know, I just haven't worn it in years... it would still be rather strange.

[She laughs as well, taking the tiara. There's no real intense glint in her eyes as she looks at it, but she does run her thumb over it rather fondly...]

But don't worry. I would have certainly backed you up.

Thank you, your Highness.

[Varian grins, bowing to her slightly.]

Is there any particular reason you decided to give it away?

[Hm, how to explain it in a way that won't touch on... literally everything that surrounded and led up to it.]

It felt... freeing, without it. Having that tiara on my head felt like certain expectations were weighing me down. Almost like a shackle. Without it, I felt like I could just... be me, while also being the queen.

Makes sense. Sounds like you're a great Queen, with that kind of mindset.

[All of the best ones are. Not focusing on the job so seriously that they can't just be themselves.]

[Aww, look at that. You're making her blush, Varian.]

I try. I still don't think I could be the sort of queen my father hoped I would be, but... for now, I just want to focus on others. It's... nice, having the power to really take care of the people who need it.

[I still don't think I could be the sort of queen my father hoped I would be

OW well that sure does hit pretty close to home, don't it...]

Sometimes, in cases like that...you just have to be the sort of queen you hope to be. But I'm not...really good at following my own advice in that regard when it comes to parents...

[Ah... it's a similarity that Elsa hopes she never has to share with anyone. The pain of trying to live up to your parents' expectations, only to feel like you're constantly failing... it's a pain that hits so differently from many other kinds of pain.]

But how do I know what sort of queen I want to be, when I've spent my whole life modeling myself after the kind of queen I thought would make him proud?

[She's been thinking about it a lot, lately. She loves Arendelle, she loves taking care of her people so much, but... she feels like she's standing one step to the side of everyone else. Like she doesn't belong there, even though the people she loves with all her heart are there.]

Week Three

Vending Machine

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