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! ))

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[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa just sort of. Bristles at that. Not at him exactly, but the idea that someone might have tampered with Anna's memory. It's already happened once, and she hates that she caused it in the first place. For it to happen again.... ugh.]

Even if she doesn't remember, he's no less sinister. What he did was because of his own selfish greed, not because something happened to him while he was visiting us.

[tellthestory]

Noooo, I know. I already knew he was bad news.

[The Balladeer seems slightly perturbed; he doesn't feel like he said anything remotely implying that?]

But whatever happened, I think...I'm not sure. When that was.

[defyingfrigidity]

[She sees the way the Balladeer is starting to side-eye her and just. Instantly looks ashamed. Taking a deep breath, Elsa shakes her head.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... keep going like that. But someone hurting my little sister like that? It makes me angry.

[She doesn't get angry often. It's harder to reign in, like her other emotions.]

I'm just... worried about something happening to her again.

[tellthestory]

No...no, I'm sorry.

[She's got every right to be worried. Maybe he doesn't really feel like he can do much about it right now, but that's more important.]

But I'm going to make sure everyone there's safe. Or...I was. [Boy, this memory thing makes tenses weird!] I promise, that was my plan.

[defyingfrigidity]

I have no reason to doubt you on that.

[Despite her outburst moments before, Elsa's smile is true and genuine at that.]

However I may feel about him, that doesn't extend to you. You've been nothing but a good man since we arrived here.

[tellthestory]

...oh. Thank you.

[He's visibly touched.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's not the best at reading people, unless it's tells that she herself exhibit in certain moments of duress, so while she knows he's genuine with his thanks, she's not sure if there's... a reason he's reacting that way?]

Is it... surprising that I say that?

[tellthestory]

Oh - well, I don't know. I don't...

[.....]

Nobody really liked me, where I was from. That's all.

[defyingfrigidity]

[??????]

Why not? You're a pleasant enough man. I can't imagine why others would dislike you.

[tellthestory]

[He grins.]

Oh, that's easy. Everyone I lived with was the worst! I'd be ashamed if they liked me, honestly.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Oof. Elsa cringes a little at that.]

Well, I... suppose that's one of the few situations where it's better to be disliked. Congratulations on being the, ah... white sheep, I suppose?

[tellthestory]

Ha! I like that - I'm gonna steal that.