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itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
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! ))
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.]
(( 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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We got it spooked by the blanket, right? So, it's attention's on me, and Eric, who's grabbed a corner, we spread out to seem even bigger. With Woodsley bangin' on the pans, it can't keep its attention straight. We go towards the fryer, where it's trying to get the— okay, remind me to tell ya about the Turkey Drop later— and it goes right for us, like, it charges. And we go over toward the trees, and the blanket's like, almost forgotten. But that's not gonna make it leave, right? So, I yell to Eric, I say— GIT THAT EXTINGUISHER RIGHT NOW— and he sprays it?
[ And Peregrine leans in. ]
Right. At. It's. Face.
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Damn. You guys are hardcore in Minnesota.
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[ She's preening like a peacock. ]