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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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We'd need to pull them up with something. Like a crowbar. [ ... ] They still feel...a little hollow, don't they? Like...a little tacky. That they'd give us something like this.
[ Pressing her fingers to the scratched out section of Connor's letter. ]
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[He just wasn't sure quite how to say that.]
It doesn't feel...as meaningful, as it could be.
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[Varian runs his gloved hand carefully along the smooth wood of Mumble's bench.]
It's cruel. Just like giving us the ability to go outside...as if he's just trying to show us from every angle how we can't actually escape.
[Not with their lives, anyway.]
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...The woods are messed up. Like— they aren't right. There's no sign of weathering or dead branches— it's like someone just...popped them down. Any animals I found are fake.
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[That actually is startling enough as a revelation to get him to sit up a bit straighter.]
Fake animals, weird trees...why?
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To freak us out? I don't know, I'm still trying to figure it out. Maybe it's to keep us disoriented, or... [ She shrugs helplessly. ]
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....what else do you think might not be real?
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[ Which is possibly the scariest thing she's said out loud so far. ]
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Varian doesn't even try to hide the shock in his expression.]
This...it could be an illusion. Put together with magic, somehow...
[Sure, it SEEMS all very real...until it's not.]
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Maybe— maybe not completely an illusion, I don't know. It all feels solid, and real, but... If he could bring us here, turn a penguin into a human— what else could he do?
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[But uh, too late there.]
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[ Considering it's her Whole Thing, like. ]
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[And Peregrine has enough smarts about the woods to be able to find that shit like, immediately.]
The weird thing is...I'm not sure this garden is like that. It feels real, doesn't it?
[The plants, the tree...it's not like those out there in the woods, he thinks.]
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Well. Too all of this. ]
It... It feels different, that's for sure. If it wasn't...out in the middle of all this, it... I don't know. Sorry, I'm not— I'm not really feeling myself, right now.
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[Trust him, he gets it. AND HE'LL GET IT EVEN MORE IN A COUPLE DAYS FROM THIS THREAD I GUESS HAHA................]
I...hope you've been holding up okay.
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Peregrine doesn't say anything for a long moment. ]
I'm... [ Cold. Alone. Helpless. She did this, she's going to die, they're all going to die— ] ...Not really. But...there's not really much I can do.
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...I'm sorry.
[It feels...lame to say, and not helpful at all, but he wanted to anyway.]
Do you...want to be alone, or?
[He doesn't want to intrude, especially if she was specifically seeking solace right now.]
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[ Instantly. Arms wrapped around herself. If Varian looks closely enough, he may be able to tell she's shaking— no. No, she's shivering. ]
No, I really...really don't.
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...okay. Honestly...neither do I.
[It's a bold-faced lie, one of many he's going to tell this week.
He wants nothing more than to be alone.]
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So she'll just sit there, then. ]
...Thank you.
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[Varian looks down at his knees, feeling his hands shifting where he's wrapped them around his sides.]
I'm just really tired.
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Me too.
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[He scoffs dryly.]
Makes me wonder why we even had that first week where nothing really happened.
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