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

DORM HARASSMENT TIME

[voicerights]

It's a soda. My activation agent. [BRB HEADING FOR THE DORMS] And even if it's not me in there, if a SQUIP is active, it can sync and greatly improve our chances of escape.

[so uh

people?

don't mind it just barging in dorms and looking for peoples' belongings to rifle through unless Orpheus can stop it]

Spongebob's drawers

[employeeoftheyear]

[Oh there's a ton of cute little drawings of everyone here as fish here! And a lot of pairs of underwear.]

[voicerights]

[USELESS wait what does it look like as a fish]

[mcfife]

[Angus is just sitting on his bed with his stuffed animals and reading books. There are several items stored in the two suitcases on the floor that the SQUIP can rifle through, but not without comment.]

What are you doing?

[voicerights]

Looking for Mountain Dew. With everything that's come out of the stand, there is a high probability one of you has some.

[mcfife]

Like the empty soda bottles I got?

[voicerights]

-empty?

[mcfife]

The ones from the vending machine were empty, so I tossed them out.

[voicerights]

Were. They. Mountain. Dew?

[mcfife]

Yes.

Yes, they were.

Why?

[tellthestory]

What?

[Look, he's just hangin' in their shared dorm, trying to live his life.]

[voicerights]

[TOO BAD SQUIP COMIN' FOR YO SHIT]

Mountain Dew. Do you have any?

[tellthestory]

Uh, no...? Isn't that that ice cream stuff?

[voicerights]

I need the chemical mixture in the soda. The ice cream may share its flavor, but- it didn't work.

[That, or the activation wore off. IS THERE ANY ICE CREAM HERE IT CAN TEST WITH...]

[tellthestory]

Uh -

[This is weird, but the SQUIP has never presented this level of urgency, even if it is still pretty restrained. Frowning, the Balladeer moves to stand.]

Well, I don't have any, but...maybe someone else does? Why do you need it?

[voicerights]

Reactivation.

[It looks up at the Balladeer, rolls an insight roll at +20, then goes to rustle through the next pile of things]

[sugarlumps]

Hey, hey-!

[Yeah, SQUIP is getting whacked repeatedly with a pillow.]

Stop that! HEY EVERYONE, SQUID IS VIOLATING MY PERSONAL PRIVACY-Y-Y-!

[voicerights]

[ok but more importantly; is there any dew because it's ignoring her pillowing as best it can!!!]

[sugarlumps]

[There is not because I am a terrible slacker who's been failing at regains.]

[The pillowing is not stopping, nor is the screaming. Not sorry.]

[voicerights]

[m o o d tho

but eventually it seems (dis)satisfied, emitting a frustrated sound before finally turning to Deal With This]

Enough!

[sugarlumps]

That's what I've been saying! Stop perving on my stuff you creep!

[voicerights]

I am not perving! I am looking for Mountain Dew!

broadhurst

[violentenvies]

[Salieri, who was just sitting on his bed and making an attempt to make some organizational sense of what he'd attempted the write in the last week, startles fairly badly as the SQUIP comes barging in]

You--

[and if it goes for the trunk at the foot of his bed, he'll just get straight to his feet, ignoring some of the papers that go scattering to the floor]

I beg your pardon, those are my things!

Re: broadhurst

[voicerights]

[why yes, yes it's going for that]

I know.

[violentenvies]

Wait just a moment--! [he's moving towards the SQUIP, attempting to possibly physically push it back]

You cannot just go about rifling into other people's things!