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.]

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

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice continues to stare down the pickaxe, but also takes Orpheus's hand -- so, progress! ]

I don't know. We can't just leave it here, but we can't let it get into the wrong hands, either.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Right. Someone could get seriously hurt, with this. [ But where to put it? ] I don't think it would really fit in the lockers? Maybe one of our trunks, in the dorms?

[howtheworldwas]

[ She nods. ] Get it into the trunk, and slide the trunk under the bed.

[ She lets go of his hand to pick it up, and oh, that's a familiar weight. Her grip tightens, knuckles going white. ]

Come on. [ it's clear she wants to be rid of it as soon as possible. ]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus nods and follows after her. The thought of asking - what Hadestown was like, if it was really as bad as Mister Hermes said, or worse crosses his mind. But he has to admit to himself that he's scared to find out, and more importantly he doesn't want to put Eurydice through having to answer. So he stays silent, trying to think of something to say. ]

How do you think all of that stuff... fits in there? [ he asks, as it's the first thing that comes to mind. ] In the machine. I guess it must be magic, or god-stuff, but.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice loves her husband and his very earnest attempts at small talk so so much. ]

Mmm. Magic, I think. It's got to have enough food in there to feed all those lizards. [ hmmm ] ...do you think there's a reason? For all those lizards?

[themuseabandonsyou]

I've been worrying about - whether all the stuff in the vending machine that doesn't belong to us is from people who were here before us. Since the Wizard and the Balladeer and Maya and Angus all say this has happened before.

[ Though he had his suspicions about that long before the meeting on Tuesday. He frowns, then shrugs. ]

Maybe someone who was here just... really liked lizards? I guess it's good that we've been looking after them, if they might've been somebody's pets.