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

[barberic]

[Something rotten twists inside of him, dark and angry. For a second the void goes red, and he feels bone shattering beneath his fists, feels blood spilling over his hands, feels the familiar weight of a razor in his hand-

He clenches his hands into fists, against his thighs.]

Justice and destiny, yes. [He sounds half-listening. Prefers the sound of Righteousness and bloody Vengeance, himself.

He gets to his feet, then hefts the basket of flowers.]

I need to fetch candles for the service. I may as well check the library for a guide to flowers, while I'm there.

[mcfife]

[Angus makes a grab for the hand of the basket as Benjamin stands, keeping watch of how close his hands are to the petals.]

I'll go with you. I might find a few to add. [And keep him company. He can't let people be alone anymore.] Though it may represent bravery and determination, I doubt that thistles are the the only flower I should seek.

[barberic]

[Benjamin lets him take the basket, instead dusting dirt from his clothes, and then looking up at the sky.]

I hope the rain remains at bay until after the service. Rain always turns a funeral into an even more miserable experience than it already is.