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itscurtains2021-06-20 01:01 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-20 01:01 am
Week Four
[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! ))
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.]
(( 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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THIS IS FINE there might be a high-pitched teakettle whistling noise that's just...ringing in his ears right now and he can feel his face go so hot but Discord is still right there and far too close and he's trapped]
...right. [his voice sounds a bit strangled, and he's reaching up to nervously straighten his cravat, gaze now darting to the side, avoiding looking at Discord at all] Good.
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[And Discord, realizing that oh yes Salieri is right there, just sort of awkwardly... steps back.]
Right.
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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]
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[Oh, but... there Salieri goes. He still has a job to do here, so there's little choice but to follow, even if he's still sort of... mentally rebooting.]