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It's Curtains Mods ([personal profile] stagemanagers) wrote in [community profile] itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
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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! ))
mayavericks: (Of the Beast That Lies Within You)

[personal profile] mayavericks 2021-06-19 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Naturally. It is late enough that I assumed most would begin to congregate here.

[She glances up at Salieri, looking more than a little relieved.]

Your assistance would be most appreciated. Thank you.
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[personal profile] violentenvies 2021-06-20 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. Shall we meet back here in ten minutes, maximum?
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[personal profile] mayavericks 2021-06-20 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ten minutes. Okay.

[She pauses, before reaching out to place a hand against his arm.]

Please. Come back to me.
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[personal profile] violentenvies 2021-06-20 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Salieri pauses at the hand on his arm, listening--before he's reaching up to cover her hand with his own, giving her a nod]

I will.