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

[employeeoftheyear]

"No reason"?

[Songebob's quiet for a moment. What do you say to that? "Oh I'm sure she had a reason"? No he knew less about this situation than Farrah. "At least it wasn't a bad reason"? ... Honestly Spongebob wasn't sure how he would feel if he was killed for no reason.

So instead, he pulls Farrah into a hug.]

You can still work on quitting being fucked up here.

cw: alcoholism + underage drinking

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. [Her voice is small, but at least she has her humor. She gestures back at the toilet full of alcohol with her thumb.]

Working on that now. Oh- and uh. Fucked up like— drunk. I… I didn’t like me, when I was—- so— [Oh god. She’s talking to Spongebob Squarepants about being a teenage alcoholic. She just had Spongebob Squarepants tell her she could be less fucked up.

This can’t be her life.]

If I was going to be out of control, at least I would be out of control in a way that seemed fun. But I decided I didn’t want to be like that anymore, and—- it didn’t matter then. It didn’t fix anything to stop, or be brave enough to change.

I don’t know if it’ll matter now.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob pulls away from the hug to give her a shocked look.]

Of course it matters now! I mean, you're still here, right? You got friends and family here who can support you through the hard times when you're struggling! And besides, there's no time like the present, even if you are dead!

["Dead", that word gives him a pause. He shrinks a little and looks away. A part of him wonders if he should bring this up. Spongebob doesn't want Farrah to think he's making it all about himself, after all.

... But, she might want to know that she's not alone here. She deserves that much.]

After all... I think you might be in good company on the whole "dead all along" thing.

[brokeforgood]

I guess you're right. [There... literally is no other time. But then he says that, and Farrah's face creases with concern. She reaches over, and puts his hand on his knee.]

What? Who?

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob takes a deep breath.]

Sandy and I were gonna go stop that volcano eruption. It was really dangerous and no one had... successfully climbed it before, but we knew we had to if we wanted to save Bikini Bottom.

[Gulps]

I tried my best, but there was this horrible tremble and I started falling. Sandy tried her best to catch me, but... but...

[Spongebob rubs his eyes. He just can't finish that thought.]

I-it was just us two. No one else believed in the mission. No one else could have...

[Tears start welling up at, at everything. Even after everything he can't help but wonder if he failed them all.]