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! ))

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[brokeforgood]

[Farrah had fallen asleep in her own space, in a pile full of stuffed animals. When she bolts up in the middle of the night from a nightmare, she looks around the room, assessing her options.

Salieri’s too boney. Discord’s too boney, and she doesn’t want to wake up graffiti’d on her face. The Balladeer’s too—- jesus christ, why were all the guys here so skinny? In the end, both the safest and the comfiest option is wriggling into Varian and Rina’s personal space, which is where she can be found on Monday morning.

After she wiggles out of that pile, she can be found fluttering around the entire school, acting with a purpose. Her favorite place so far is the football field, where she can be found soaking up the sun while sprawled in the turf, or occasionally doing handstands or cartwheels.

She can also be found in the cornfield. She’s jumping out at people through the corn.]

Boo!!!

Football Field

[stagemanagers]

[So. Farrah!

While you're spending so much time on the football field, you're almost certain to notice the large patch of disturbed earth just outside the entrance to it! That's probably fine, right?]

[brokeforgood]

[So when we’re taking disturbed earth, I’m really hoping we’re talking a cool mound for her to climb and not like. a grave. But she’s gonna check it out either way.]

[stagemanagers]

[I mean. Between those two options, it sure looks a lot more grave-like.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s just gonna try and kind of. kick at it. Knock up some dirt. Because that’s always a good thing to do.]

[stagemanagers]

[Okay! Luckily, nothing happens!

It's sort of oblong in shape? Not quite a neatly rectangular sort of thing, you know.]

[brokeforgood]

[When kicking it doesn’t work, Farrah does the only thing that her impulse driven brain can do. She drops down onto her hands and knees and starts trying to dig it up like a dog with her bare hands.]

If this isn’t buried treasure, I’m gonna be super fucking pissed—-

[stagemanagers]

[This might take a little bit, but at least the soil is loose. It shouldn't do too much harm to Farrah's hands or anything...

Eventually, her hands will find what feels like cloth.]

[brokeforgood]

[She’s gonna continue to dig a little around it, to make it easier to get up—- then yanks, as hard as she can.]

[stagemanagers]

[It jerks, but not too much. Seems like it might actually be wrapped around something heavier.]

[brokeforgood]

[Yall are killing her. Farrah’s committed to the bit now, but isn’t thinking enough to go get a shovel or anything like that. She just continues digging with her hands like a maniac, trying to get to what is surely buried treasure.]

[stagemanagers]

[The bundle seems sort of oblong? It's longer than you are tall, Farrah, but if you can uncover it enough, it's probably not too heavy for you to drag out!]

[mayavericks]

[We're doing this I guess? Captain Brain Cell to the rescue.]

Farrah -- What are you doing?

[brokeforgood]

Maya! There’s —- a mystery! Hopefully treasure!

[mayavericks]

[Oh you sweet, sweet child.]

I find it doubtful that the wizard would leave us anything good out here, but... [Guess she's kneeling down to help Farrah coax this thing out?]

[brokeforgood]

[LETS GET THE TREASURE.]

[stagemanagers]

[You have obtained one (1) Thing wrapped in fabric! For the record, it's some kind of thick red cloth.]

[mayavericks]

[It's not a treasure! It's a present! Time to open it!]

[stagemanagers]

[There's several layers, but you can unravel them pretty quick to find your present: a body!

Well. A body with a smooth featureless face and pure white skin. Yeah, this is a mannequin. It's dressed neatly, in jeans and a T-shirt with a flannel over it. Its clothes aren't even all that dirty, since it was wrapped up so well.]

[mayavericks]

[Oh thank god, it's not a Giraffe...

Anyway, Jeans and flannel, huh? Does this fashion style look reminiscient of any one? Particularly one of us with NPH's face??]

[brokeforgood]

Aw man, no treasure.

Why is this thing down here?

cornfield

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's unfortunate that you've done this, Farrah.

Because, Cassandra was just trying to investigate the corn, and now she's flinching back at the should. Her hand reflexively flies to the sword at her side. It gets nearly halfway out of its sheath before she realizes.]

Farrah? What are you doing?!

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah has a single regret.

It’s this.]

AH! [She turns and bolts back through the corn. Sorry, Cass.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

AH!

[Regret! And just as quickly as it started, it's over-- except. Wait.]

Farrah! Come back!

[Looks like we're going into the corn!]

football field

[tailor_made]

[At some point before Farrah becomes a feral graverobber, Hester has decided to take a little break from her office hours to get some fresh air! She all but skips up the path to the football field, her arms full of green and white pom-poms that match the cheerleading uniform she's changed into.]

Farrah~! Are you doing anything right now?