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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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OH GLOB SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL MISTER BARKER, WE NEED A DOCTOR OR A HEALING WIZARD OR SOMETHING-
[yeah someone'll hear that]
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When he spots LSP, he's heading straight for her]
Mademoiselle, what has happened--?
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[Salieri's head immediately turns towards the kitchen, his heart going to his throat. He swallows, hard, reaching out to set a hand on her shoulder]
Go find some of the other adults, if you would. Quickly.
[and with that, he's booking it to the kitchen, sliding to a stop when he sees both Rina and Benjamin]
Mademoiselle Rina--
[and yep he's coming straight over there, already moving to get down and see what's happened]
What has happened?
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[ Well... ]
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I heard something happened! Is someone hurt? Please don't--
[He freezes at the body at the floor.] Is he...?
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I enjoy how every time we just run towards the screaming. Will we ever learn?
[#helping]
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So uh. Here she comes.]
Barker-san? What's going on?
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[ Hi Maya, Rina's here. ]
I h-heard a crash and when I came to check, Barker-san was on the floor!
H-He's still alive but he's burning hot! I don't think he's doing so well...!!
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[LSP took off in the direction of the nurse's office so... Maya's going to either find some papertowels or a dish rag and put some cold water on it. After that, she's going to kneel down and put it over his forehead.]
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We should check him for any injuries, as well. Perhaps turn him over, if we can?
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[ She nods. She'll help with whatever she can. ]
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Under his breath, this strong, grown man whimpers:
Please don't- stop- I'm sorry- I didn't do anything-]
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Benjamin--[his expression morphs into one of intense worry, his voice urgent]
Benjamin, my friend, please wake up--whatever you are seeing, it's not real. You're not there right now, you're elsewhere--
[he glances at the others] Here, help me turn him over, gently now--
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It's hot- It's too bloody hot... [And then, with a brief flash of recognition, he reaches out desperately for Antonio.]
Help me...
[But that recognition is enough that he doesn't resist, as he's turned over.
Notably, there are no wounds on him whatsoever.]
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I have you--I have you, Benjamin, help is on the way, don't worry--
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He returns with the damp rag and places it on Benjamin's forehead.]
Ser Barker?
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The cool cloth on his forehead shocks him, suddenly, and his nostrils flare and his breath catches, thick in his chest for too long a moment-
But it isn't saltwater, and so his other hand - the one not holding Antonio's - reaches up and pulls it lower, over his eyes, with a groan.
There seems to be something slightly more grounded, in the way that he relaxes, then.]
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Par les larmes dont votre fille
Arrose en tremblant votre sein
Mon père de votre famille
Ne devenez pas l'assassin!
Mon père, Mon père...ne devenez pas l'assassin
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CW: physical punishment
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