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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[stagemanagers]

[The regular ones are plugged in! The weird one is not. It doesn't seem to have any visible power source, actually.]

[whatyouwant]

A garden? Who's taking care of it?

[Elle sizes up the climb. She's never been super in to rock climbing, so even thought it's only a couple of floors, it makes her a little nervous to think about.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri frowns at that, noticing that it might have been used. He's never actually used one of these himself, so he's going to try and lean in to see if he can get a better look at what might've been written on it before--if there are any leftover tracks, even though they've mostly been erased.]

Discord, have you ever used one of these?

[stagemanagers]

[Nah, it's mostly just smudgy.]

[barberic]

Perhaps some other time.

[The weak smile gentles his own reaction, and the tension in his shoulders eases, somewhat, as a facsimile of his original polite personality returns.]

...There's better places to carry on a conversation than in a toilet, I think. But if you need the facilities, by all means. I can meet you... Where were you thinking of heading, next?

[He doesn't...have any desire to go anywhere.]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, at some point or another, probably. Not this specific one... yet.

[Walking over towards it.]

But there's plenty of time to change that.

[mcfife]

I don't know! Magic!

[Elle looks like she's going to have a difficult time getting up. Angus slides his legs over the edge and climbs down, slowly.]

Okay. Here. [A moment to catch his breath.] Hold onto me, and I will guide you to the top.

[stagemanagers]

[There's several carvings under the piano and the bench! Beneath the piano, there's:]

????
SAY SOMETHING
PLEASE TALK TO ME

[Beneath the bench:]

HELP
HELP
LISTEN

[As well as just several slashes and Xes.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

I, ah... Yeah. I did. [Her confusion helps ease Cassandra... a little. She feels like she doesn't have to broach the topic - which is good, because why would she?]

It wasn't good. How about yours?

[violentenvies]

No, I think something may've been written on it, but I can't make it out.

[he sounds a bit frustrated]

...Perhaps we should, though. Do you think if we left a message, do you think someone would reply?

[he's already reaching for that marker]

[violentenvies]

[Discord just steps back and says nothing to address any of this and it's awkward and uncomfortable, and Salieri can feel embarrassment flare in his stomach, along with disappointment. Stupid. Stupid. And he was calling Discord idiotic?]

Yes, well. Enough of that. [he'll just valiantly attempt to regain any sense of dignity by sliding that cool, calm and collected mask back into place despite the heat still in his face and ears, and he's going to turn on his heel and continue down the hall the way he was going]

[disharmonizes]

Probably not. But it's worth a try, isn't it?

What do you want to write? Something rude, something fun, what?

[alchemistake]

That's enough, Rina.

[It escapes him unintentionally. It's blurted, terse, and in the split second after even he looks shocked at himself.

Yes sir.

He leans back.]

I...just.

Please. Get rid of it.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine hesitates. Does it? She hasn't really noticed, she's been too—

Well. Too all of this. ]

It... It feels different, that's for sure. If it wasn't...out in the middle of all this, it... I don't know. Sorry, I'm not— I'm not really feeling myself, right now.

[whatyouwant]

Like on your back? Are you sure?

[Listen, she isn't exactly a big girl, but she's still a full grown adult woman.]

[barberic]

[Once they're out on the flat of the stage, Benjamin notices how Antonio's arms are trembling.]

...Put him down here.

[He says, his voice gruff and low, and then starts doing so.]

We need to wait for Orpheus to come back with a shroud, unless we want to drip- [His chest tightens like a vise. He looks down at the Balladeer's face, at the blood already starting to pool underneath him from the now-opened wounds, and it's a good thing that he's already mostly set him down, because his own hands (stained, bloody, wet and sticky) start shaking.

Somewhere, someone makes a soft, pained, grief-stricken sound, like a wounded animal.

It takes him a second before he realizes, the sound is coming from him.]

[alchemistake]

[........oh.

Did. Did she-?

Varian blinks, looking over at Rina with his eyebrows making a bid for his hairline. There's more shock in his expression at that than at her cursing, somehow.]

Y...yeah....

[fourbutts]

[ Janis's voice is approaching a croak when the closest thing to a joke she's made since B died forms in it. ]

I am also very glad to be cuddling on a bed with two hot girls, but if we have some water...?

[ There's no smile to accompany it, and the tone is all wrong, but... maybe nature is healing? ]

[mayavericks]

It is. Seeing the sky, breathing in the air...

I didn't realize I had missed it until now.

[employeeoftheyear]

More than what?

[He smiles innocently, before looking back at the bear.]

Kinda creepy that they just have one of these things out in the middle of nowhere. Did the Wizard expect us to walk this far out here?

[Not the most comforting thought!]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri lowers him as well, slowly, and he's shaking even after he sets him down and he's not sure why, staring down at the Balladeer on the floor as he can feel his vision swimming before his eyes, wet--but at that noise, his head jerks up, looking over at Benjamin.

His heart squeezes hard in his chest as he's already moving around the Balladeer's body to reach out and take Benjamin's hands, clasping them in his own, wondering distantly if this is what it feels like to break apart entirely]

[alchemistake]

[Varian notices the skipping, but he doesn't comment on it. He honestly just assumes she's trying to reach one of her own songs sooner while also giving him a little preview of everyne else's.]

You know, I don't think I ever asked you how many others are in your club...

mods!

[comeandfindme]

[ She lightly scowls. ]

If he knew anything about me? Possibly. [ She's looking over the bear, same construction as the deer? ]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's quiet for a moment

Then, quietly:]

Something to give them hope.

[and he's picking up that marker, turning the board to the wall and slipping into the space between so the message hopefully can't be seen by the cameras and writing:]

"I'm sorry we can't hear you when you speak, but we're looking for you. Where are you? Where can we find you? How can we help?" -A. Salieri

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Ah... Heh.

[Oh. Oh, here's a feeling Cass hasn't felt for a while. That same warmth in her chest from the time Elsa helped her hand, or the moment they'd shared in the forest, however difficult it was for her to deal with. But Elsa had been there, helping her. And the strife she's been feeling all week... it's started to go away. Why is that? She only ever felt like this... before. Back when she was with--

...Oh? Oh. Ohhh she has to think about this.]

Eh, what's a little invasion of personal space between friends, huh? This is, ah. Just the kind of thing that happens at sleepovers.