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

[tellthestory]

People can care and still be wrong.

[Hey, something else he learned from Peregrine!]

But I don't know. That sort of thing - I never had a family, you know?

[fourbutts]

... Yeah, they can be.

[ She hates this! ]

Mine are decent - what I remember about them, anyway. They're not in the show, so...

[tellthestory]

...oh. I...

[What does that mean, for them? For her? The same thing that the vague, off-stage presence of the presidents meant for him? But then, he was never intended to know them.]

I'm sorry. [He chews on his lip, looking down over the stage for a moment.] At least for now...we're sort of getting our own little family together, I guess? I heard Farrah call Salieri dad the other day.

[He hadn't quite known what to make of it - is that how it works? But he's happy for her.]

[fourbutts]

... You know, yeah. I guess going through something like this is a pretty good shortcut to being family.

[ A beat. ]

I'm like three talks from calling Varian my little brother, I get it. So yeah. We're family, I guess. One big, weird family.

[tellthestory]

Hm. That's kinda nice.

[He likes that. It's enough to make him smile even while he's looking down at the terrible striped awning of the shooting - the dunking booth.

He looks up again, at Janis.]

I'll be...I don't know. [Does he fit the "dad" mold? He wasn't made to fit any familial mold, really. So maybe authorial intent doesn't matter. But it's certainly a title he feels wrong claiming for himself; it's not like Salieri told Farrah, it was the other way around. He'd hate to get overly familiar and make it weird.] I'll be your weird narration uncle, or something like that. Show you all the ropes, whatever uncles do!

[fourbutts]

[ Maybe he can work his way up, eventually. ]

Weird narration uncle it is. Thanks, Uncle B.

[tellthestory]

[Maybe one day he will be a Weird Narration Dad?

But for now, he flushes and looks away to hide his smile. This does not work; his joy is palpable.]

Of course. Anytime.