itscurtains | Week Four

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Week Four

[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! ))

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Don't forget that there's a certain stubborn quality goats are known to have... but that's a good thing, really. I think that sort of attitude is needed right now.

[Farrah's laughter is infectious. Elsa finds herself laughing as well as she approaches where Farrah's finally hopped out, waving one of her hands so that a soft blue glow of flurries surrounds it.]

Here... I don't have any ice packs with me, but if your knees are feeling a little sore, I can help this way.

Oh, yeah, I definitely have that too. [She grins.] I have an unfortunate habit of testing other’s patience. [It’s said in a way, that you know— that Elsa probably also knows, is echo’d directly from the mouth of adults. Farrah has a feeling Elsa can understand that, as she approaches her slowly.]

Oh— please. I didn’t realize how hard I was hitting the ground until now.

[That... does strike a nerve. Elsa was never one to purposefully test her parents' patience - on the contrary, she did everything in her power to prevent doing so. But she... knows that even with how hard she tried, she caused problems. She recognized the tone her father used when helping her with her magic; she knew he thought she was a problem.

The comment makes a shadow cross Elsa's face, a sad, pained sense, but she still smiles through it.]

And you probably wouldn't realize it till tomorrow. [Another laugh, but it's slightly heavier this time. As she speaks, she kneels down and reaches out, pausing only a moment to glance up for permission, before pressing her cool hand against Farrah's knee. World's best ice pack, right there.] I've tended to my sister often enough that your knees will probably be fighting against you tomorrow morning if you don't do something like this.

I would have been fine. I’m good at falling. [Farrah stands put, though, making a happy sound as Elsa puts her cool hands against her grass-stained knees.]

As long as I don’t hit my head, I hop right back up.

[There's an almost imperceptible twitch to Elsa's hands at that comment. Her magic doesn't falter one bit, still acting like the world's best cold compress that doesn't lose its chill, but if Farrah is observant enough, she'll still notice that.]

That... would be a problem, yes. If there's one part of yourself that you should guard the most, it's your head.

[... Kind of speaking from experience here, and not just because of what happened to Anna. She hit her head pretty hard on the floor of her palace when Hans and his followers tried to capture her, after all.]

Let me guess... you must have climbed trees a lot as a child, to be that resilient?

I climbed anything I could. And I did dance, and then cheer in high school. They try and teach you how to safely fall in both of those, but it doesn’t always work out. [She tries not to think of the fall— of the bleachers full of people, laughing—-

She snaps back into reality.]

But— thank you. It’s really nice. Actually, I’ve been meaning to show you something! Wait here one sec, okay? [Before Elsa can even respond, she’s turning—- oh, brr, her knees are cold, she better walk instead of run over to the bleachers, to pick up the big ol’ tote she’s been carrying around as a purse.

She pats the bleachers beside her, so she doesn’t have to return to Elsa’s side.] Come take a look!

[She’s got.... the photo that features B, Elsa’s sister, B again(?) and... That’s just Hans in a mustache. Even Farrah can tell that.]

[There's a curious look that crosses Elsa's face as she follows Farrah; is it something from home? One of the few possessions she had finding its way out of the machine, like Bruni and her tiara and the snowgies? She's honestly not sure what else could come out, but maybe-

Oh.

Oh.

As Elsa takes the picture that Farrah holds out, her expression drops to... well. Probably the most annoyed anyone - besides The Balladeer - has seen her.]

... Right. Him. The Balladeer told me he knew him. [Woof, Elsa's magic is under perfect control, but it still feels pretty damn cold around her suddenly.] Ugh, who does he think he's fooling with that...?

[Farrah smiles sheepishly as she reacts, even with the chilly exterior.]

Yeah. But maybe you can—— cut him out, or something?

I thought it’d be nice for you to have a picture of your sister.

[Ah, so that's why... that actually gets a smile back on Elsa's face. She doesn't rip the photo, not yet, but her thumb runs along the image of Anna, and the light in Elsa's eyes softens.]

... Thank you, Farrah. Really. I... [Her grip tightens on the photo, ever so slightly.] I needed to see her smiling again. After those pictures the first week.

[The smile is quick to fade again, but she just looks... sad, now. Not angry or frustrated.]

I saw her, in mine. But I couldn't deal with what I saw, so I burned it.

... Yeah. I know how that goes. [Farrah pauses, and pulls another photo, carefully folded, out of her back pocket. Everyone saw this one, during the very first trial. It's that awful photo, of Farrah's murder-- though Farrah's made her own edits to this one. The red-haired girl has had her face completely scratched out of the photo. She covers her own corpse with her thumb, so it's less grotesque to look at.]

This is my step-sister, Annleigh. [She points to one of the girls in the image.] It's a fucking awful picture of her. She and Clark have been together forever, and he's-- like me-- [dead.] -- anyway, she's screaming pretty hard.

But it's all I have.

[Elsa frowns as she sees the picture; a part of her is surprised that Farrah's kept it this long. Between the contents and what had happened because of those photos, it seemed like these things are just cursed. But the part of Elsa that is dedicated to her sister, the part that would do anything for Anna, can't really blame Farrah for clinging to any reminder of her sister, even if it's not exactly a happy one.]

But you'll be able to see her again, won't you?

[... Wait no that sounds way too "you'll see her one day in the afterlife" spiritual.]

You're alive now. If we can find a way back to our homes... then you'll go back there alive. You can be with your sister again.

Yeah, I don't know about all that.

My life was...complicated. And my relationship with Annleigh was... also complicated. [She frowns down at the picture-- then returns it back to its safe place.]

I don't know if I'd want to go back. And I miss her, but... I don't know what it'd be like, to see her again. Good, or bad.

[Complicated... boy, does Elsa understand complicated. Honestly, that doesn't seem like a strong enough word to describe her relationship with her sister prior to her coronation. But she looks back on the months, even weeks after their reunion, and how much their relationship thrived. She thinks of how life was right before she was brought here, where they were both comfortable enough to have sleepovers almost every night, and one of the safest places Elsa felt she could be was at Anna's side.]

Sometimes... things are only complicated because we think they're complicated.

[God, she's sure that sounds dumb, but it's hard to really put into words how that feels.]

I'm sure your sister loves you as much as I can tell that you love her. Your relationship might be rocky, and it might be scary to think that it might not be the same as what it once was... but it's that love that will ensure that you two can come together again.

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