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! ))

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[brokeforgood]

[Surprisingly, it’s Discord that she expresses the least amount of hostility to. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t try and tell her to stop, or try and apologize, or stumble over his words— he’s just here, watching it with her. She turns the phone so he can see it.

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.

[disharmonizes]

[He watches, confused at first, until it clicks what he's seeing here. He tilts his head, just, leaning forwards a little.

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.]

[brokeforgood]

[When he glances her way, he may notice that she’s playing the same game as him—- gazing at his face, trying to read his reactions. When she catches his eye, she jerks her gaze back to the screen, trying to keep things steady and unreadable—- but she’s definitely upset. The fact that she’s trying to keep cool just proves that she’s upset. And for a moment, when the other girl bends over Farrah, Farrah’s throat emits an awful sound.]

Yeah. It could use some work. Like, come on dude, tripods are so cheap now.

[disharmonizes]

Maybe if you'd kicked the girl below you, it'd be something. Like this it's definitely lacking.

[Just, crouches down a bit. Yeah, he definitely noticed all that and boy, kid...]

Just how many times have you watched this?

[brokeforgood]

God. They’d have suspended me— Olympic Chess can do no wrong, even if she can’t pass a drug test. [She sighs, dropping the phone onto her lap.]

Today? Twenty-Seven.

[disharmonizes]

My, my, and still not tired of it? You and Salieri should talk about extremely healthy obsessions sometimes, you have so much in common.

[Like father like daughter.]

[brokeforgood]

Hey. [She strikes a stern expression, and points a finger at him.]

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.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, he's always going through something, and I'm always giving him a hard time over it. I think he'd be more concerned if I stopped.

[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.

[brokeforgood]

Just don't make him sad, or I'm going to have to take your trophy back.

[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.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, I would never.

[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?

[brokeforgood]

[She'll take it. She smiles up at him, but doesn't retort back. That's all she needed to hear.]

Yeah. A second chance. That's... a pretty good way to frame it.

[disharmonizes]

I'm no stranger to second chances myself, as it so happens. And you're already handling it better than I did, so, you have that going for you.

[It's half joking, but mostly just... sincerely encouraging. You can do it, Farrah.]