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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! ))
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.]
(( 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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This is healthy.]
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That's when he happens to pass the library, near enough to hear the distant sound of voices he doesn't recognize. Curiosity is enough to finally encourage him forward until he reaches where Farrah is sitting, one hand on one of the shelves.
He doesn't need to ask what she's watching. Oh no.
He'll wait until the sound restarts before he steps over, moving to kneel halfway beside her while also angled towards her. He's mostly trying to make it so he can't see the video directly.]
You shouldn't watch that, Farrah.
[No sense in hurting yourself even more, right?]
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She instantly regrets it.]
Sorry— fuck. It’s not you. It’s fucking Chess.
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[Being snapped at like that...of course it stings, a little. But he also feels like, hey, eye for an eye. It's not like he hasn't been doing his share of that today.
He settles down a little more, his hands pressed hard against his knees.]
I just...I know how much it hurts you, is all.
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See? Right here. She completely misses me. [She clicks play.... And the tiny phone Farrah falls.]
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[Well...since he's not going to be able to convince her not to watch, he'll let this happen. He'll even settle to sit beside her more, so they can see it together.
Varian winces, seeing Farrah fall.]
I just...I don't understand why they would laugh. You could have gotten killed.
[Plain and simple. She's lucky she escaped with just a concussion.]
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[She pauses the video again, and though it’s mid-shaky cam, you can still see Farrah on the field, Annleigh leaning over her—- Oh, there’s Riley, on the other side of the shot, staring in horror as if she herself had either dropped Farrah, or been the one to fall.
Chess— the one who dropped Farrah, is being escorted off the field by another girl who had been in Farrah’s motive photo on week two.]
Millions of people saw this.
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He can't imagine how Farrah feels.]
...do you know who put this out there?
[Chess is a big part of the cause of the problem...but what about it being uploaded in the first place?]
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People repost it on different places... There are remixes, with different music, with playbacks of the fall and zooms on peoples faces... The whole nine yards. [She tries to sound distant. But she sounds like she’s going to be sick.]
Ugh. I need a drink, watching this.
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He wishes he could understand why Farrah keeps watching it, if it upsets her and makes her want to turn to a bottle...but it's for the same reason he keeps reaching into his pocket and thumbing the amber hidden in there. It's like watching a car wreck. You just...can't get yourself to look away, no matter how hard you try.]
I don't blame you.
[He's not discouraging her, at least.]
I don't think those people in that video would be laughing if they were in your position. Or if they weren't anonymous.
[He looks down at his gloved hands in his lap.]
People are mean. ...and cowardly.
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You’d be surprised. Plenty of people continued to laugh about it, to my face. But... Yeah. People are mean. And cowardly. Especially high schoolers.
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Yet somehow, he still finds himself wanting to think differently.]
They'd better be glad I'm not there to catch them laughing at you, then. I might not be from your time, but I could put together some things that'd scare their pants off.
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Some of them are wearing skirts.
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Now, what've you got there?
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It’s a group of cheerleaders on a football field. Depending on how much of a look he got at Farrah’s photograph the second week, some of the faces are familiar— a girl with a red ponytail, the sunny looking girl with long chestnut hair, and a slightly smaller, cheerful Freshman Farrah. It starts off okay, but chaos quickly descends— and when some of the girls are launched into the air, the girl below Farrah does not catch her.
Farrah falls, and the scene is chaos all at once—- the camera shakes and zooms in, as the girls shriek and scream “Ohmygod Farrah!” The sunny looking girl is leaned over her, and Farrah’s holding her head—- and the crowd is laughing, the people in the stands are laughing, and the real Farrah, in the library—- she rewinds the video back to the start.]
Epic Cheerleader Fail.
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And then, of course, the fall.]
Oooooh. [It's a sympathetic noise, at least, as that happens.] Not exactly the best home movie I've ever seen. The production values could use some work.
[Idly glancing her way, though, just to get a gauge of her mood during this.]
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Yeah. It could use some work. Like, come on dude, tripods are so cheap now.
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[Just, crouches down a bit. Yeah, he definitely noticed all that and boy, kid...]
Just how many times have you watched this?
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Today? Twenty-Seven.
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[Like father like daughter.]
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Be nice, about him. He's going through some shit. [Then-- looking back down at the phone.]
But, yeah, my thing is probably a little fucked up.
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[This is just ~the dynamic~ now.]
I wasn't going to put it that way, but. Probably. But at least you're self aware. I believe that's an important first step or something like that.
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[Farrah shrugs.] Yeah. There have been a lot of first steps lately. Which is weird, because you think those would come before death, but whatever.
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[He means to say it as a joke and then it has to come out a little too sincere for his liking. Damn.]
Dead or not, no time like the present. A sort of second chance thing instead?
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Yeah. A second chance. That's... a pretty good way to frame it.
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