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! ))

Comments

[howtheworldwas]

[ I do, she thinks, but doesn't say aloud. Instead, she breathes. In, out.

Does she still need to breathe? Probably. She's been doing it this whole time. That's a small comfort, and she does her best to focus on it.

Eventually: ]

I'll be okay. It's, just, um. [ Pull yourself together, the old voice in her head says. ] It's a lot to remember.

[violentenvies]

Of course. [his tone is still gentle, but firm]

We're close to the Cafeteria--why don't we get there and you can sit for a moment. [it's not exactly a question, more of a gentle coaxing as he shifts his hold on her, moving so he can instead cautiously put an arm around her, if she'll allow it, other hand going to her elbow in support, just in case]

[howtheworldwas]

[ she allows the contact, mainly because it's such a different sensation from the line. it's support, something very new and precious to her.

she'll let Antonio guide her to the cafeteria, doing her best to keep her head held high (low, keep your head), one foot after the other. she's here, with friends, getting a few extra weeks of life. ]

[violentenvies]

[He'll find a seat for her, then, easing her down into it before moving to sit next to her]

There, now. Would you like a cup of tea?

[howtheworldwas]

[ She nods, still distant and a little numb. ]

Thank you.

[ Once Antonio leaves to fetch it, she'll take out the crumpled-up sheets of paper from her jacket pocket that make up her inventory, and subtract one tea. She'll spend the rest of her time studying the paper, as if she's trying to memorize what's on there. ]

[violentenvies]

[he'll come back with tea for both of them, moving to set them on the table before sitting down next to her]

There, now...that should help.

[howtheworldwas]

[ She takes a sip of the tea. The warmth feels good -- much better than feeling dead. That feels like nothing at all. ]

Sorry, for, um. Panicking. [ she takes another sip. ] Lord Hades' deal...it makes you forget. I didn't remember where I was, when I woke up. Or your name.

[violentenvies]

It's no trouble, truly. It sounds like something rather difficult to deal with.

[he wraps his hands around his own tea cup.] Not to mention disorienting.