Week Four

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, Gershwin High School Academy University saw its very first intentional murder! What a milestone! And right after Spongebob's No Murder party, too - that doesn't seem like it bodes very well for anybody's future.

You all wake up this morning with yet another new memory returned to you. You'll also find that the school's external doors have now unlocked. Congratulations! You're free! Unfortunately, you also seem to be entirely in the middle of nowhere. So maybe it's more of a symbolic victory.

Still, you should look around and do some investigation! Maybe you'll find a fun surprise.]

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(( 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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[tellthestory]

[At first, he doesn't quite seem to hear; he stares off into space for a beat longer, just enough to be a tad unnerving, before - ]

Hm? [He blinks several times, brow furrowing, and lets go of the death grip he'd started to have on the front of his shirt.] Uh - yeah, yeah. Sorry.

[What were they...oh. Right.]

Anyway, uh...obviously it didn't literally happen like that, in real life.

[comeandfindme]

[ Okay. Okay, that's...weird. But, maybe it's like...a narrator thing? Peregrine twitches her lips into the approximation of a momentary reassuring smile. ]

Right. Right, of course. That's something your...playwright, I guess? Uh, took liberties with.

[howtheworldwas]

[violentenvies]

listen i may have fucked up a bit--

[tellthestory]

Yeah, of course. The whole thing is - the rest is fairly historically accurate from what I know, but sometimes you have to stretch a little to make a good story.

[The Balladeer seems, perhaps, still a little unsettled, but it fades quickly as he keeps talking about something else.]

You know, half the song Charlie sings on his way to the gallows is something the real one wrote to be performed at his execution? They wouldn't do it for him back then.

[tellthestory]

[He smiles.]

Yeah. I am, too. It'd be a shame if I never got to meet any of you guys. [Or like, anyone decent period, but you get him.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah snickers at his addition.]

Sounds like high school. Or maybe facebook. Either way. I didn’t expect you to be so—-

[barberic]

[He nods his agreement.]

...Miss Elle. You told me you were attending law school, is that right?

[whatyouwant]

Hopefully I still am! Though it might be summer break right now...

[barberic]

[That gets a half smile, but it fades, as he looks out over the courtyard.]

...I want you to promise me you'll be careful. There are evil men in that business, and plenty more who are just unscrupulous. Immoral.

[whatyouwant]

[Yeah, this definitely won't specifically apply to her here in a couple of weeks. Oh no!]

I promise I will. There are sleaze bags everywhere, I've gotten pretty good at dodging them.

[barberic]

[Yeah and this definitely doesn't sound personal for him, either! :)]

I mean it. You're a beautiful young lady, with a kind heart and a strong spirit.

There will be plenty of men who will do anything to have you. Or break you. Even going after the ones you love.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle smiles and nudges him.]

I've had to deal with guys like that for most of my life. It sucks, but you learn to work around it.

[barberic]

...You're not listening, Miss Elle. Men of the law, they have... power to do anything they want. Power enough to make a silly unwanted admirer seem like a harmless bunny rabbit.

They'll ruin your life, like they did mine, if you're not quick about it.

[comeandfindme]

It's what? [ This is a good distraction! ] Wow, morbid much! You're serious, you're not pulling my leg?

[comeandfindme]

Same. [ ... ] I'm glad we met, Bal. Even if like half of what you say confuses me, a lot.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

...No. No. It wasn't to help my mother. My mother's dead.

[Died before they could even meet. Before she even knew.]

It was to help myself. Help me find a destiny I've... always been denied. No one else was going to help me with it... They'd just keep ignoring me.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Find new people... [She scoffs harshly.] I tried that. But I thought someone actually did care about me... Then it turned out she didn't. Not like she wanted me to think she did.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[AH.... So that's what it is. Het Problems.]

No, it's... [sigh] I could really use a distraction, Elle. Please?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

"Random stuff" is right.

I didn't know what I was hearing when I was coming out here.

[violentenvies]

So? [Salieri arches an eyebrow, amused, encouraging her to finish that sentence]

[brokeforgood]

Sooooo… [She draws it out, trying to pick the right word.] … Bitchy? But in a good way.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle and her Het Problems (tm)]

It's just...remember I told you about that super prestigious law school I got into? I'm...I'm not doing so well. I'm flunking out of a bunch of classes and Warner, my ex that I went there to try to impress, he just thinks I'm a joke. And his new girlfriend is this super mean woman who tricked me into coming to a not costume party in a costume, which was, like, totally embarrassing, and-

[As she speaks her eyes get more and more red. She wipes them furiously.]

I just feel so stupid!

[whatyouwant]

[Elle's brows scrunch together as she looks at Benji.]

What happened?

[barberic]

There was another man who saw
Lucy was beautiful,
A pious vulture of the law,
Who with a gesture of his claw
Removed the barber from his plate-

[He lapses, looks down at the table.]

Transported for life. Botany Bay. That's what I remembered, this week. That's where I've been, for fifteen years.