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

[tellthestory]

...yeah. I guess. Music is supposed to be my entire thing. I'm the Balladeer, not just the Narrator.

[comeandfindme]

Exactly! It's already yours, you just gotta branch out a little.

[tellthestory]

That's true! I could just write a...a little something for the guitar, just one instrument. That's not so bad.

[comeandfindme]

Not all of us can write for a whole orchestra.

[tellthestory]

True. I'll just be a - well, I guess my script describes me as a folk singer...

[Which makes it weird, now? But that doesn't necessarily include composition, does it? Maybe??]

Singer-songwriter. That's a thing, right?

[comeandfindme]

It's really a thing.

[tellthestory]

There you go, then! Not that I really need a job - but it's a neat hobby!

[comeandfindme]

It's good to have hobbies. Likes, dislikes... Things you do besides...like, one thing.

[tellthestory]

Like music?

[He asks it wryly, but like - that is sort of his one thing.]

[comeandfindme]

...Okay, yes, like music.

[tellthestory]

[He chuckles.]

Well, maybe I'll take up woodworking or something on the side. Plenty of tools around for that, if I can avoid lopping my hand off.

[comeandfindme]

...I used to do photography. That can be pretty fun.

[tellthestory]

Huh. I never thought about that.

[There's cameras in the library though, aren't there...?]

That could be neat! I could take pictures of...people around here. [...] Not that we've got anywhere to send the film, anyway.

[comeandfindme]

What, it's all film? No digital? [ She hasn't really looked at it, but she thought... ] Ugh. Typical.

[tellthestory]

...digital...?

[He hasn't actually looked either; his show just only covers up to the Reagan presidency!]

[comeandfindme]

…Digital cameras? You’ve never heard?

[tellthestory]

No? Not that I've used cameras to begin with, but I think all those guys when Reagan got shot just had...regular ones...?

[comeandfindme]

Reagan.

...The dead President Reagan?

[ Peregrine has never asked what B's show is about. ]

[tellthestory]

Oh, did he die?

[He asks in a tone that would be really inappropriate for almost anybody other than Ronald Reagan. Assassins might not express any particular opinions towards him, but the Balladeer has a gay dad and like, a sense of morality, so!]

[comeandfindme]

Yeah, he's been super dead for like, ten years.

[tellthestory]

Huh!

[Neato!]

I only know about the time John shot him. Hinckley, that is, not...obviously not Wilkes. [People mostly called them both John - as different as those two are, the context pretty much always made it clear.]

[comeandfindme]

That was... Jeez, when he was almost... [ Peregrine tilts her head. ] Is your show about Presidents?

[tellthestory]

It's about presidential assassins. It's called.....Assassins.

[He spreads his hands, waggling his fingers a little.]

[comeandfindme]

[ ...She snorts. ]

On the nose, isn't it?

[tellthestory]

[He snorts.]

Sure, I guess. It's descriptive!