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.]

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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! ))

Comments

[mayavericks]

I have always stood at the top. Until my feet bled. Until I wept. There is no such thing as taking a break. There is no such thing as a day off.

The stage may be different, but the rules here are the same. And so I will bear every punishment this place brings if it means keeping us alive.

[tellthestory]

Hey - you're not living my life. Don't put that on yourself.

[Because he does understand. He's from a show and nothing else, and unlike some others, he knows that full well. Narrators don't get days off or time away. But other people should.]

This whole thing's not just up to you.

[mayavericks]

Someone need to remain strong. The rest of us have been crumbling. And I -- Do not have that luxury. Not even with Nana being gone.

Besides, if I do not remain strong I... fear what I may try to do otherwise.

[tellthestory]

[Frowning, the Balladeer sort of...awkwardly scoots across the grass until he's nearer to Maya.]

...I trust you, Maya. I know you just want to look out for everyone here. You're not...

[.....]

I just think you should look out for yourself, too.

[mayavericks]

[Maya tilts her head upward, studying the man for a quiet moment before tipping her head back down.]

I will... Do what I can.

[tellthestory]

...okay.

[He won't push anymore. Not right now, at least. After a moment longer of watching her, he turns his attention back to the sky.]

Is this anything like the real night sky?

[mayavericks]

Not even close. [Maya laughs faintly.]

Stars, yes, but... There's no rhyme or reason to it. Certainly not something you could navigate by.

[tellthestory]

Really? That's odd...

[He doesn't know from constellations himself. So - heck, maybe it makes sense, actually?]

Maybe it just didn't seem like the most important thing to research.

[mayavericks]

There's some research done, at least.

[She points to a constellation.]

Orion is there, just in the wrong place. Almost as if someone took the constellations they could remember and just. Splattered them over the sky.

[tellthestory]

Oh...

[He follows where he's pointing, scrutinizing the sky there for a moment.]

Those three in a row?