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

[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. ]