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

[yourattention]

I feel like writing me fake, contextless letters is maybe not the most coherent way to do that. [He crumples the letter up and shoves it in his pocket.] They don't even sign them.

[He did not get the proper memory regain this week to give him context for these weird emails.]

[howtheworldwas]

Maybe they're...shy? [ A beat. ] No, that's stupid. It's probably just the Wizard trying to upset you. Don't let him.

[ pot, kettle ]

[yourattention]

Yeah, but... has anyone gotten anything out of that machine that doesn't, like, exist? Everything I've seen has been stuff people recognize, but this? [He waves the crumpled email around.] This is just weird and it's weird that the Wizard would, like, specifically target me like that.

[Not impossible, just weird. Like, to what end? What does doing that matter?]

[howtheworldwas]

Yeah. [ All good points. Eurydice bites her lip, thinking. ] Seems like the pictures on Tuesday would be enough for him. Can I see it?

[yourattention]

Yeah, sure. It's not super personal or anything.

[He uncrumples it before handing it over. This one is personalized, but not personal in the way the one Orpheus got is.]

[howtheworldwas]

[ This is bizarre. Eurydice reads the letter, looking increasingly confused the deeper she gets. Once she’s finished, she passes it back. ]

Well, none of that made any sense. If it’s supposed to be encouragement, “Sincerely Me” or whoever they are is going about it in a really weird way.

[yourattention]

Yeah. I don’t really know what they’re going for honestly. [He crumples the back up and shoves it in his pocket again.] Like, is this supposed to upset me? I’m mostly just confused because this feels like a reply to something else but I don’t remember ever writing... I wouldn’t have written anyone an email. Larry used to go through my emails.