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

[mcfife]

[He deflects it with the handle of the Hammer.]

Just a little slow there...

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She smacks the handle of that hammer, rythmically.]

Head, wide open!
Watch your back here!

[mcfife]

[Angus steps away from Cassandra.]

I can take a hint, gotta fix my stance
Now you're the one to pay!

[He keeps his hammer high, blocking his head, as he makes another swing at Cassandra, towards her upper body.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Kay!

[Cassandra's feet push her back quickly, and the hammer manages to just miss a collision with her chest. The force of it whiffs her hair back as she regains her stance. Now, defensive.]

Oh it's prince Angus with his hammer.
He's a one-man army, so he says.
I've seen his work but I don't think I'm convinced yet...

[Just gonna taunt him then. Sure.]

[mcfife]

[Oh, she needs convincing, doesn't she? Angus tosses the handle of his hammer from hand to hand.]

Gotta fight to live, gotta train to fight
That's just the way it is!

[He swings at her with a series of short, quick strikes.]