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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[ She makes sure to scoot further in so there's room for him and nods. ]

Mhm... it's helping a lot. You're not too squished?

Nah, it's not so bad.

[Varian manages a slight, if sad, smile.]

How long have you been here?

Um...

[ She tilts her head. ]

I'm not sure... I lost track of time.

Mm...that's okay. Sometimes you need to lose track of time for a little while.

[Man...Rina must really be feeling down.

Varian thinks. He thinks hard...thinks about what's been burning a hole in his pocket for a few weeks now, sort of waiting around for a rainy day, or maybe just the right time. Is there ever going to be a more "right" time in a place like this?

Rina is upset, and he can only imagine it's because of the motive, but...honestly the reasoning matters less than what he can do to fix it.]

Hey...Rina-chan? I want to give you something. But you have to close your eyes first.

Huh? Um… okay.

[ They’re under a dark box with only a little light but okay she’s closing her eyes. ]

[Guess who forgot how physics work in his anxiety, it's fine.

While her eyes are closed though, he'll pull something carefully out of his front pocket and press it into her palm.]

Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live
Maybe one of these days you can let the light in
Show me how big your brave is.

[It's a pink flower hairpin.]

Honestly I wanna see you be brave.

[ She feels something in her hand and the next thing she knows Varian is singing to her. When she opens her eyes she peers closely into her hand, using what little bit of light they have in here to try to see it.

She’s completely speechless at first but eventually she manages to find some words, ]

This… are you sure? Is this really… for me?

[Varian nods, glad that the darkness of the box probably mostly manages to mask how flustered he must look. He sure feels that way, right now.]

Mmhm. I think it really suits you.

[ Thank goodness it’s dark. Because she has no other way to hide her face right now and boy does she want to.

Instead she closes her hand around the pin tightly, bringing said hand up to the lower half of her face as if the hair lip inside is a precious treasure as she leans against Varian’s shoulder. ]

Th-Thank you…!! I’ll treasure it always…!

[He wishes it were more personal- it was just something he got out of the machine after all- but...if it makes Rina happy, then that's what really matters. She'll be able to feel him relax when she leans against him, his fingertips tapping a nervous staccato against his knees.]

You're welcome. I was hoping you might like it.

[ She stays against him, quiet as she continues to hold the hair pin close to her. Eventually though she finds the courage to sing: ]

My tremors won't stop,
My heart's throbbing cheerfully
It's because you're here that I can be honest too

[ She scoots a little closer, the words coming naturally from her heart, a song just for her ]

No matter when, forever, and always
I won't forget this joy—

[Rina singing like that...it makes Varian's heart do a funny little flip. It's so soft and sweet...

He's really glad she likes it so much. He was worried, but...it seems those worries were unfounded. And after a minute, he'll shyly add-]

You...sing really pretty, by the way.

Week Three

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