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

[defyingfrigidity]

[She hates this. She hates this so much. It's the pain of others that's really tearing Elsa down during all of this; any worry she may have for herself, any of her own pain, is always pushed to the side for them. These are people she likes, people she wants to help, and it tears her apart that she can't do anything more substantial.]

They won't. There's no way this can just... continue on forever.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob shoots her a quick look, one of complete hopelessness.

A part of him wants to say “Yeah, eventually we’ll all be dead” but he can’t say that. He wants to retain his shred of hope that maybe something will happen that will end all of this, and that maybe they’ll all be okay.

And besides, he didn’t want others to worry about him. He’s relied on them too much already.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Too late. Elsa's already worried.

Worried enough that she's just going to pull Spongebob into a hug. She doesn't say anything, doesn't try and force any more empty reassurances or promises. She just... holds him, as tightly as she can.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[He stands there, not immediately going to hug her. Suddenly is emotions hit him like a wave and he hugs her back, letting out a muffled sob.]

I’m just so scared that we’re all gonna die here. I... I don’t think I can take it again.

[defyingfrigidity]

[She doesn't let up one bit, one of her hands going to the back of his head to rub at his neck. It's a comforting gesture that often worked for her, at least to encourage her to cry, even if it didn't always calm her down.]

We have to get out of here. For the people here, and the people waiting for us... there has to be a way out. We just need to find it.

[God, what she wouldn't give to see her sister again...]

[employeeoftheyear]

[He cries more, holding onto her for dear life.]

I just... I just don't know if the Wizard will stop until we're all... we're all...

["dead"]

[defyingfrigidity]

It... it has to get old eventually, right?

[God, it leaves such a sour taste in her mouth to say that about murder.]

Just... manipulating others into killing, over and over... it can't just keep going with no end in sight. Even if this is all some sick form of entertainment...