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.]

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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! ))

Comments

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh. Why - [ And then it occurs to him, the way everyone watched as he laid the coins over Mumble's eyes. ] Oh. I'm - thank you, for bringing them to me. I... I hope we won't need them. But thank you.

[comeandfindme]

[ A little knowing, a little haunted, Peregrine nods. ]

Just trying to get his last wishes out there. You know, his real ones.

[themuseabandonsyou]

I'll look after them. [ he says, nodding solemnly. ] so he actually did leave something, then?

[comeandfindme]

Yeah. Uh. ...He actually left a letter. It wasn't, like—...like. I don't know. It said it was...just in case.

[ ... ]

It...was addressed to me.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh. That's - [ complicated! He's glad it wasn't something like what the SQUIP tried to write for him, and that he was able to get his last wishes and thoughts out there, but. It's not an especially happy or reassuring thing to hear. Orpheus thinks on what to say to all of that for a moment. ]

I'm glad you found it. [ Is what he settles on. ] And that... may be something the rest of us should think about doing too. Writing something like that. Again, I hope we won't need to? But...

[ What has hoping gotten them, so far? ]

[comeandfindme]

[ Complicated is right!! The suggestion clearly sparks a little nervous frown in Peregrine, and she should...protest, that they won't need that, but—

Cold. So cold, and the snow won't stop, it just keeps coming down, and the others, where are they, how could she have— ]

...We... Maybe. We might. [ It's so resigned. So defeated. ] Something to leave behind... Our own words. So they can't be...misinterpreted.

[themuseabandonsyou]

It might be worth bringing up the next time we're all in one place? I'll... think about what to write for mine, at least. [ He shakes his head. ] Maybe keeping a record of what's going on here and our thoughts would be a good idea, even if we don't, um. Die. Janis is filming something, but it might be something for the rest of us to do too.

[comeandfindme]

...It's like journaling. [ A thin smile crosses her face. ] That's what the therapists told me to try, after my brother...

[ She sighs. ]

It really didn't work.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus nods, sympathetic. ]

This time it'll be for other peoples' benefit, too. Instead of just being something to try to help you. Maybe that'll make it work better.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine thinks it sounds kind of morbid. Like an apocalyptic log to be found if they die. But— ]

Maybe so. [ She breathes out. ] I— I didn't mean to...not show up for inventory today, but...can you guys handle it? I'm not... My head's not in it.

[themuseabandonsyou]

No, that's - it's understandable. Take what time you need? Honestly, neither of us really... managed, this morning. [ They were both more than a little distracted. ] We can catch up tomorrow, though. It'll be fine.

[comeandfindme]

[ No. No, if they fall behind, they'll die. If they're not prepared, the worst will happen. If they—

Peregrine's shoulders slump slightly. ]

Yeah. Let's catch up tomorrow.

[themuseabandonsyou]

We can probably make an okay guess at how much food got used up today? [ he says, trying to be reassuring as he notices she seems a little on-edge. ] Since we've been doing this for a while. It should be fine. I - hopefully we'll all feel better tomorrow, after we sleep on things a bit.

[comeandfindme]

Yeah, no, it's fine. [ A little sharp, a little brittle. ] ...We can take a day.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus seems a little dubious about that "it's fine" because it really seems like Peregrine thinks it might not be? But he shrugs it off after a moment. ]

I did check and see if things restocked, at least? It looks like they have. There's even fresh fruit to replace what I used up preserving it, so that's something we can keep doing to make a stockpile.

[comeandfindme]

Good! ...Good. Apples only last...so long, after all, especially if they're already...cut up...

[ She's thinking about Connor again. Fuck. That's the last thing she needs right now with all this. ]

Anyway- we'll talk later, right? [ Clipped. ]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ He nods, frowning a little in concern. ]

Right. I'll see you soon, Peregrine.

[ It's a promise, as much as a goodbye. ]