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]

[When Varian comes back, Ruddiger is on one of the cafeteria table seats and Connor is staring him down.]

No more apples. You have three apples in your grimy little people hands and you can have more tomorrow.

[Ruddiger don’t touch all the apples before other people can have them challenge. Connor looks up at Varian and smiles.]

Oh, good thinking, actually. I probably shouldn’t have just started shoving them in my pockets.

[alchemistake]

Eh, it's alright. It's not like you can really think when you're dealing with a hundred apples flooding the room.

[He'll start scooping up apples as he comes across them, depositing them into the pot. He can't help but smile at the way Connor is scolding Ruddiger basically exactly like he would, because the raccoon isn't protesting. He's just pouting, still holding those apples with no indication he's going to be giving them up any time soon.]

Well...hope everybody likes apples?

[yourattention]

They'd better. I'm gonna make, like, three apple pies for Spongebob's party later. [Absently, to Ruddiger:] Preemptively, you cannot have any. I might make you applesauce later, though.

[People food is for people!!! But raccoons can have little a applesauce, as a treat.]

[alchemistake]

Oh, he'd love that. Apples are his favorite.

[It's why he and Maximus fight so much, he imagines. Horses like apples too you know.]

I didn't know you could bake though, Connor.