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! ))

Comments

[stagemanagers]

[As it happens, there's a ghostly white disembodied hand sitting by Janis's foot! There's also what looks like a leg in a corner and maybe a whole arm resting on the edge of the work table. There's no blood or gore on the slightly dusty concrete floor though.

Weird!]

[comeandfindme]

...It's like journaling. [ A thin smile crosses her face. ] That's what the therapists told me to try, after my brother...

[ She sighs. ]

It really didn't work.

[violentenvies]

No! You did not! [snapped] I have all of two specific memories of the man, that's hardly enough to be lovesick!

[tellthestory]

Okay, what the hell.

[He's here for color commentary and Narrator Mentorship!]

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh! Probably a mule deer! That was when I was pretty young, though. There aren't a whole lot of them around anymore. Usually the biggest thing I can expect is a javelina.

[ One of the actual mother hens walks over and plops down in his lap, settling down on top of the handful of chicks that had gathered there. There's some dismayed peeping from beneath her, and Orpheus laughs again. ]

[fourbutts]

I hate it, thanks, Mister Wizard!

[ She's gonna just... pick up the hand and hope it doesn't turn into Thing or something. Time for the question only blackout drunks and Hannibal Lector get to ask: Is that flesh? ]

[violentenvies]

I'm shocked you were worried about waking me. I would've thought you would've enjoyed that little petty annoyance.

[drawled.

but uh...as for all that...

Salieri glances down at those items, feeling a bit embarrassed, but he straightens anyway, clearing his throat]

Well, as it stands, I was, in fact, attempting to follow the rules.

[stagemanagers]

[Nope! It is cold hard plastic. Well done, Janis, you found some spare mannequin parts.]

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She whimpers. ]

Uuu… okay. Thank you Varian-kun… I’m sorry if I scared you.

[samefacesyndrome]

Good! Rina-chan Board says… “all smiles!”

[ She pauses for a moment though, thinking. ]

Mmm… if you don’t mind waiting for me to finish I can give you a present as thanks for forgetting it.

[fourbutts]

[ That makes it like. Not better, it's not better, this still blows, but the Trauma meter at the corner of her survival horror game HUD doesn't spike as hard.


Also she tucks the hand away in a pocket. Anyway, what's up with the costumes? ]

[tellthestory]

I feel like I should say that this isn't a normal theatre thing.

[He's just gonna wander over and pick up that leg!]

[disharmonizes]

By skulking around in the dark, oh, yes, I see. Well done.

[fourbutts]

In normal theatre's defense, neither is murder.

[stagemanagers]

[On the costume rack there are several pieces on hangers, all with small paper tags attached. As far as the costumes themselves go, there's a pretty wide range of fancy to casual for how few of them there are!

Most notably between the red hoodie and the Venetian coattails and mask.]

[violentenvies]

By telling my partner where I was going. [dryly, with a pointed look]

[disharmonizes]

You were going to wake me up, Maestro? It's important to get enough rest!

[stagemanagers]

[It sure is a plastic leg, B. Somewhere there's a hobbling mannequin cursing your name if it had a mouth.]

[violentenvies]

[asldkhfs help she's just...such a charming young lady.]

Well, with an offer like that, how could I refuse?

Shall I turn away, then, so that you may finish?

[fourbutts]

[ ... And these wouldn't happen to seem to be the same two as the executions, would they? At least plausibly? And uh... how are the pockets? ]

[disharmonizes]

So what was the other memory like, then?

[samefacesyndrome]

Eh? For me?

Am I allowed to do that? [ She doesn’t quite get how these fully work yet so she’s unsure ]

[stagemanagers]

[They sure look like it!

And pockets in the hoodie are some nice deep hoodie pockets. Pockets in the Venetian coat are less impressive but damn, that's a sexy coat.]

[fourbutts]

[ Nothing in them, I assume?

... Are there any outfits here that she would recognize from home, or are they all executions 1 and 2 chic? ]

[samefacesyndrome]

No, it’s okay. This one’s a different project, so I’ll just put the others away if you want to sit and wait.

[ She starts to discreetly move the other project into a bag for later and take out a half finished bracelet. ]

I wanted to talk to you anyway.