Week Five

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, you had your very first minor body pileup! Granted, the Balladeer's death was entirely unrelated to anything, but at least he died as he lived - getting completely fucked up in some kind of carnival-themed hellscape. Only two days later, another terrible accident took Rina and Varian both from you. It's just been one of those weeks, huh? At least you got to add both of their corpses to your weird growing collection!

Again, you'll wake up this morning with another new snippet of memory. You'll also find that the stairs in the lobby are no longer blocked. You can only access one part of the second floor, but it seems like there's some neat stuff up there!

Outside, a few things seem to have changed. For one, the weather has turned - it'll be overcast this week, with periodic rain and even scattered thunderstorms. For another, the bushes around that rock out by the football field have bloomed. That's nice.

Get to it, friends! I'm sure everything will be fine this week!]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Be sure to submit your memory regain and your AC for this week! As always, Hester's office hours and the merch booth remain available. ))

Comments

MONDAY

[stagemanagers]

Locked to Ferrah and Maya

[employeeoftheyear]

[Early on Monday morning, Farrah and Maya will wake up to a note at the foot of their beds.]

Meet me at the Costume Room at 10 am sharp. I got something really important to show you!

-SB

[It does not say anywhere on the note that he invited anyone else, so this is probably not an evil scheme whatsoever... right?]

[brokeforgood]

[Well, since Spongebob says it's really important, and...

He wouldn't ever do anything to betray her trust, right?

She's showing up a little past 10. She's late to everything. Sorry.]

[mayavericks]

[Maya's already here, of course, because she's goody-two-shoes that must always be early! Her attention turns to Farrah as soon as she enters, and then away once more. It's not like she has any reason to suspect anything.]

So, what is this meeting all about then, Spongebob?

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob is not immediately seen, not until Farrah shows up (he was anxiously waiting every second Farrah missed the 10 am meetup time). When she does, Spongebob walks in from behind a clothes rack. HIs hands are behind his back and he has a suspicious grin on his face.]

Hey I'm glad you two showed up! I noticed you two have been fighting a lot lately, and, well...

[He speaks in a sing-songy voice.]

I got a surprise for you~!

Locked to Spongebob

[violentenvies]

[at some point on Monday, Spongebob will find Salieri in the kitchen, preparing a very simple lunch. On a tray, there's a pot of tea, two cups, and one sandwich on a plate--in fact, he looks like he's in the middle of preparing a second, actually.

Now who could all this be for?]

[employeeoftheyear]

Hi Mr. Salieri! [Spongebob waves cheerfully when he sees Salieri making lunch. He was just about to do that himself but seeing Salieri make lunch for two piques his interest.]

What's this for? Are you giving yourself your own personal tea party or something?

[He laughs.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri startles a bit at that, but quickly relaxes when he realizes it's just Spongebob]

Hello, Spongebob.

[at that second part though, he blinks, a bit confused] Hm? How do you mean?

[employeeoftheyear]

Well you're making lunch for two, right? [Gestures to the two cups and Salieri making a second sandwich.] Don't tell me you think two sandwiches will be enough for all of us!

[mcfife]

[Angus wakes up in the Broadhurst dorm again, with Elle in his arms. For all the exploration he's done yesterday, he's not made progress with figuring out the secrets of the Wizard. His latest memory has not answered any questions, but he feels like that it should be enough for form a theory for their next meeting. He presses a kiss against Elle's cheek before sneaking off into the hall.

But first, a stop to the kitchen to prepare some sandwiches and chop up fruit for the lizards. They've got a new friend in the form of a bead lizard, an idol that watches over the followers of the Almighty Angus, but it cannot offer them sustenance. They'll have to wait, since Angus is making...a lot of sandwiches. One person cannot eat all of this. Eventually, he'll stop and ask:] How do you bake?

[After a quick stop at the Ambassador dorm, he spends hours in the costume room writing names on a thin piece of plywood from the scene shop and pinning strings everywhere. There's two lists of names: Riley, Jeremy, Claudine, Nana on one end and Farrah, SQUIP, Maya on the other. Below that there's Red -> cloak. You've got Phantom + Wizard = fictional disguises??, little crossed-out scribbles in marker with old and revised theories, and yarn connecting names and theories, places in the school.

Below all that, "Tad Cooper?" is circled.]

Frankly, none of this makes any sense.

[In the evening, Angus preps his backpack with the sandwiches, a blanket, water, a bottle of wine, and other food he's prepared, then runs to the courtyard-]

What's the weather? Think it will rain this evening? [Getting a negative answer, he looks for Elle.]

[brokeforgood]

[When Farrah finds Angus in the costume room, she's trying to... be more like herself again. She may have been wedged between Salieri and Discord last night, but they had all been in Broadhurst last night. So, when she sees him-- without Elle, especially, she begins to sing.]

Angus and Elle,
Sitting in a tree
K-I-S-S----

[She realizes what's up with the board mid-song, and stops.]

If you want to make that more realistic, you can sever that string with a knife.

[mcfife]

[Angus's marker comes to a halt in the middle of Wizard's goal]

And what of it?

[They're open about it now, stop making it weird! It's a shame that no matter where they sleep, someone's going be watching them cuddle.

Anyway, there's another topic he can change this one to.] Scissors would work better. The string's too loose to be cut quickly by a blade.

[brokeforgood]

I'm a cheerleader, Angus! It's my job to sing and spell things.

-I-N-G! [She does a little flourish, like she's got a pretend pompom.]

The knife's more accurate.

[whatyouwant]

[Not so fast! Just because Elle hasn't been back to the dance studio for her morning yoga doesn't mean she doesn't wake up at nearly the same time every morning. She catches his arm just before he gets up and rolls over to curl around him.]

Where you going? [To be fair it's mumbled. Conscious doesn't really mean, you know, awake.]

[mcfife]

[Ah, he has been captured by a mighty lawyer and forced back into bed, ensnared by her grasp as Farrah finds teasing fuel for later in the day.]

Kitchen. [That's not a lie. They have to eat.] The lizards need their breakfast.

[A finger curls a strand of Elle's hair thoughtfully as his mind wanders off into the mysterious realms of their plight and his recent memories.]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle cracks her eyes open and gives a small, sleepy smile.]

Five more minutes?

Costume Room

[mayavericks]

[Maya's only come in here to grab a spare outfit for today's workout. She spares Angus only a quick nod at first. However, the strings catch her eye, and she stops dead when she sees the names.]

Have you remembered something?

[mcfife]

[He's got everyone's name down, from the school and from the opera house, seeking more links between the two.]

The Jeremy from the opera house is the same Jeremy the SQUIP served. At this point, it can't be a coincidence. [He steps back and looks at the entire board.] Which means that there has to be more connections on here.

[He step in to write "mysterious etchings", "mannequins", and "Abraham Lincoln".]

costume room

[fourbutts]

[ well damn, that's not the sort of thing she's gonna just ignore- ]

Who's Tad Cooper?

[mcfife]

A dragon.

[Yeah that doesn’t explain anything.]

He’s a baby dragon that belongs to the king that was kidnapped with me.

Broadhurst

[violentenvies]

[good morning, Angus, Salieri is very awake and kind of just laying in his own bed, staring at the ceiling with his own companions. He turns his head to look at Angus gets out of bed, before arching an amused eyebrow]

If I'd have known you two were moving in earlier, I would have offered to help you move your things. [this, whispered, but loud enough to get his attention in the quiet dorm]

[mcfife]

[Angus holds a finger to his lips and checks on Elle - yes, still resting.]

There's hardly room in the other rooms. Besides, I'm not planning on moving here forever.

[It's simply...temporary.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ "You're not from around here, son. If you were, then you would know - that everything and everyone in Hadestown I own."

It's not new information to him. He saw the contract himself, helped Eurydice burn it. But hearing the words from Lord Hades himself lends a weight and reality to things that he hadn't quite processed yet. He spends all of Sunday following Eurydice like a shadow, skittish and afraid. But Monday is... better. He wakes up resolute in the knowledge that he made it, followed her into the unnatural brightness and heat of the underground where no mortal had ever passed while still alive. He's done something that should've been impossible, and now all he has to do is... keep doing that.

He's been neglecting his work on the song, afraid that it was too late to make a difference, but now he returns to it, going back to the courtyard with his guitar and his notebook and gets back to work. The sounds drift into the open air as he plays, writing and rewriting and singing, ]

La, la la la la la la

[ His voice high and clear and pure of purpose and intent. He spends most of the day in there, playing until his fingers are sore and his voice is hoarse, but he feels like he's made progress, and that's going to have to be enough for now. It's mid-afternoon when he wanders out to the gayseball field and lies down in the cool grass, staring up at the cloudy sky. There's a chill in the air, but he doesn't mind. It's pleasant - not blazing hot or freezing cold. This is what he's been working for. This is what he's going to bring back, when he goes home. Spring will come again. ]

Courtyard

[whatyouwant]

[Elle follows the sounds of music to the courtyard.]

That sounds really good.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Thanks! [ says Orpheus, brightly. ] It has to be good enough to get the attention of a god, so it needs to be perfect. I think I'm getting there, though?