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.]

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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No, worse! Get it out from under there--- if it's there, anyone could--

[She doesn't realize it's a prop, judging by the string of curse words spilling from her mouth, but she goes after the damned lizard as a reason to get away from vending-knife.]

Sorry! Sorry. [ Orpheus drops to the floor and reaches under the vending machine, trying to feel around for the knife. He's not really sure why it's such a problem, having managed to be busy with his own issues almost every time the details of Farrah's murder have come up, but panic is contagious. Thankfully it doesn't take him long to reach it, and he pulls it back out, turning it over in his hand. ]

Oh. It's just one of the prop ones! [ he calls out to Farrah, demonstrating by pressing the dull blade back into the handle with the palm of his hand. It makes a metallic springy noise and pops back out when he lets it go. ]

[She's headed back with the rogue lizard when he calls back out to her--- and she almost yells again.

Deep breaths, Farrah. Farrah sucks in a long breath of air, holding the lizard protectively against her chest, then steps forward and holds it out to him in cupped hands.]

Here. This lil buddy's yours, right? [A beat. Then.] Sorry-- I'm a little---

No, it's okay. I understand.

[ Again, he missed out on the details, but after what happened last week, it's... sort of easy to guess why someone would be on-edge. He reaches out with the hand not holding the knife and takes the lizard carefully. ]

I don't really know how to take care of a lizard? I think Angus was building a place for them to stay, though. Or someone was. [ He thinks back, trying to remember, before shaking his head. ] I'll figure it out. Are you okay, though?

[She hands it over, then takes a step back. Prop or not, she still wants to keep her distance.]

I’m trapped in what I thought was juvie, but is actually some kind of bad murder movie, just remembered I’m dead, and that thing keeps shooting the thing that murdered me out.

I’m super.

Oh. [ says Orpheus. Then what she actually said hits him. ] Oh. I'm so sorry. I mean, I knew one of your photos was - that, but. You're dead? Already?

[ He sounds kind of horrified. Was there actually something to the idea that this is all meant to determine where they belong in the Underworld? ]

Yeah, people die when they get stabbed!

Not always? [ says Orpheus, before realizing that that's not a useful or good thing to say. ] But, you look fine now? I'm not - I believe you, but how can you be dead if you're here?

I don’t know. I... [Her theories are all too awful to voice.]

I just don’t like knives.

[ Orpheus takes a deep breath and tries to calm down. Right. Panicking will only make them both more upset. ]

It's okay. We can make sure all the real knives stay in the kitchen, and if you want, the rest of us would probably be happy to help you with the machine? In case it keeps... giving you knives. I don't think it's given anyone real ones yet, but just in case.

[ no one tell them about peregrine's hunting kit ]

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