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

[comeandfindme]

[ It’s weird that he’s admitting that so freely—the crying, like, she knows she kind of saw him massively breakdown yesterday, but Midwesterners tend to Put All Their Emotions Here (derogatory) and then one day, they’ll die. She’s kind of sick of that so? Honestly refreshing? So really refreshing?

She’s too into this aspect of it all to catch anything that could rip off that he’s telling a little white lie, basically. Especially as she runs her fingers over the bracelet. ]

…I don’t really wear bracelets, you know? [ And yet, she holds out her arm, after setting the box on the floor. ] Help me put it on?

[yourattention]

[You cry in front of like six different people and suddenly you get real fucking comfortable with your feelings about it! Just real cavalier about the whole deal.]

Sure. [He trakes the bracelet from her and gently ties it around her wrist.] There you go. I tried for a design that, uh. Wouldn't get in the way? You can wash it, if you really need to.

[Or he can just make her a new one. He'll probably just make her a new one, if this one gets dirty or something.]

[comeandfindme]

Connor. [ Her voice is gentle, and yet a little demanding; that need to be heard, to inquire, channeled into something soft. ] I love it.

Thank you.

[yourattention]

It's nothing really. I just... I meant what I said, you know. If you call for me, I'll come around.

[Someone, somewhere is like "r, is this just the fucking scene from hsm2 and the T necklace?" which, like. You're not wrong! You're not wrong.]

[comeandfindme]

[ i regret this. i regret every moment that has lead to this one.

Their hands are still close together, as she admires the simple bracelet, so she takes his and squeezes it. ]

It’s not nothing to me.