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]

I don’t think it’s annoying. [ Said simply and easily. ] I like hearing about stuff I don’t know, it’s… [ She smiles faintly. ] My mom used to say I was a knowledge sponge as a kid. Don’t think I ever grew out of it. So… Tell me whatever, I’ll listen.

[yourattention]

[If I could tell her, tell her everything I see
If I could tell her how she's everything to me
But this is not a heart to heart
and I don't know how I would even start
if I could tell her]

Tell you anything, huh? Did you know there's like seven and a half thousand varieties of apples? I don't remember how many we grow in the US, but it's something like a third of that. Washington obviously grows the most apples but—

[He was in the process of getting up, to maybe do something about these apples. Get a pot. Unfortunately, there are apples everywhere and this thread is now a comedy of errors as he slips on one and starts flailing to try and keep himself from falling over.]

—aw shit. Shit shit shit.

[comeandfindme]

[ She’s listening, attentively, but then the apples betray them. Now, Peregrine isn’t one to just sit back and watch a small disaster or slow motion train-wreck, so she instantly hurries over to try and help Connor get his balance. ]

Oh, jeez, wait—

[ The problem in all this is she’s got just. Just so many apples bundled in her cape, and the quick movement dislodges a few, littering the floor with more apples, more slipping hazards to get underfoot. The result is that Peregrine, instead of coming to Connor’s rescue, loses her balance from a stray apple and goes crashing into him, instead, leaving them in a heap of girl and boy and apple, the ones she’d collected cascading everywhere around them. ]

Ohhh… Sorry.