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

[disharmonizes]

Of course. It's probably out terrorizing people right now. Hunting Varian's little raccoon friend, perhaps.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, it's far too dull in there, I'd lose my mind. Sometimes I need to shake things up a bit.

[disharmonizes]

Maybe if you'd kicked the girl below you, it'd be something. Like this it's definitely lacking.

[Just, crouches down a bit. Yeah, he definitely noticed all that and boy, kid...]

Just how many times have you watched this?

[disharmonizes]

...Well, ten out of ten for creativity.

[Terrible beast. Awful. You have made a powerful enemy today, Owl.]

Any other avian friends I should know about or is the vending machine once again safe for the public?

[mayavericks]

If it... puts your mind at ease, I have not made any plans at this point.

[At this point.]

[mayavericks]

[Maya's a quick study, at least. She mirrors the steps that Orpheus takes, then picks up the pace in her own right. It's familiar enough, and the rhythm lulling.]

Like this?

[comeandfindme]

...I think Ruddiger's too fat to be carried away by an owl.

[ wow the boy's dying tomorrow you don't have to kill his pet too— ]

Get anything else interesting?

[disharmonizes]

See, when you say it that way, it just comes across as worryingly specific. You know that, right?

[disharmonizes]

Then the owl will have a great workout.

But... yes, actually, I believe I've got something of yours. [He snaps his fingers and the photo he got appears in the air, gently floating Peregrine's away.] I figured you would want that and not have it sitting in a pile with the rest of the junk I got.

[comeandfindme]

Of mine? [ Oh. She sees the photo floating towards her and, a little hesitantly, she grabs it. The curious expression fades to something somber, though, once she sees the subject. ] Oh. Oh, uh... Yeah, this is mine all right.

Thanks.

[brokeforgood]

God. They’d have suspended me— Olympic Chess can do no wrong, even if she can’t pass a drug test. [She sighs, dropping the phone onto her lap.]

Today? Twenty-Seven.

[mayavericks]

I may be many things, but I am not a liar. And I will not make a promise I do not know that I can keep.

[defyingfrigidity]

... What?

[Elsa knew the story. Of course she knew the story. The infant daughter of King Frederic and Queen Arianna, taken from her cradle in the middle of the night. The guards combed the whole kingdom, but never found her, until eighteen years later, when the thief Flynn Rider brought her home.

But something... doesn't add up...]

But I thought... the way you talk about Rapunzel and your time before being brought here, you made it seem like you didn't know her before she came home.

[defyingfrigidity]

Wait-

[Oh no. Elsa is perceptive enough to realize something she said must have rubbed Peregrine the wrong way. She frowns, placing the salamander on her shoulder before taking a step forward. Carefully, and not too close.]

I- I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?

[barberic]

Not worth the tuppence, honestly.

I was just feeling sorry for myself, I suppose. Thought there might be one thing here I could do to help, but it didn't go anywhere.

[defyingfrigidity]

We do! He's even blue, like the clothes I usually prefer. I guess we were meant to be friends.

[See? Elsa totally gets it!]

His name is Bruni. It makes him sound like a fearsome warrior, doesn't it?

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine only just takes a step back. ]

No! No, you didn't— I did. I did something wrong, that's why it happened.

[ She's not making sense. Nothing's making sense. ]

I'm sorry, it's- it probably works differently, where I'm from.

[defyingfrigidity]

[There's a curious look that crosses Elsa's face as she follows Farrah; is it something from home? One of the few possessions she had finding its way out of the machine, like Bruni and her tiara and the snowgies? She's honestly not sure what else could come out, but maybe-

Oh.

Oh.

As Elsa takes the picture that Farrah holds out, her expression drops to... well. Probably the most annoyed anyone - besides The Balladeer - has seen her.]

... Right. Him. The Balladeer told me he knew him. [Woof, Elsa's magic is under perfect control, but it still feels pretty damn cold around her suddenly.] Ugh, who does he think he's fooling with that...?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah smiles sheepishly as she reacts, even with the chilly exterior.]

Yeah. But maybe you can—— cut him out, or something?

I thought it’d be nice for you to have a picture of your sister.

[tellthestory]

I'm sure he would! [He'd hardly meant to imply that Salieri was...he doesn't know, gonna be mean or something.] I just don't want to show him something completely terrible, you know?

[comeandfindme]

Look, I couldn't even play a single scale before he walked me through it. Whatever you show him, I'm sure he'd just...give you tips on how to improve it. [ But. Still— ] I...get it, though. You wanna show you're good enough.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

The whole thing in general, or just the vending machine?

[tellthestory]

No, it's alright.

[He smiles, patting her hand with his free one.]

I was upset when I figured it out, but I guess it's just...a part of my story. They don't all end happy, I knew that. I should probably just...deal with it somehow.

[tellthestory]

[He can't entirely disagree. Certainly, seeing everyone alive again would be the better option. If he could know, with certainty, that sacrificing his memories of this would erase everything that happened...]

That seems like a lot for one person to carry.

[whatyouwant]

Aw, what a perfect name!

[Elle switches to scritching under Bruni's chin.]

Are you a fearsome little warrior?