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

[mayavericks]

[Okay, so, after the ghost stories of the previous night? Maya doesn't like any of this. She's already on edge, and already pressing closer to whoever is nearest to her. Thought she moves away when the lights come back on, it's clear she's still a little unnerved. Not by the motive itself, just the ambiance.

She's expecting the same photo as before -- the picture of her apparent loss. Yet when she opens it and pulls the photo out, that isn't what she finds. It's worse far worse than any of that.

She swallows hard as she tucks it away. She crosses the room to find either Janis or Peregrine (or both!) and holds her blade all the tighter.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's heart beats fast as she stares at her unopened envelope. And then, Maya's there. ]

Maya? [ ...She puts a hand on Maya's elbow. ] Hey. Hey, I'm here.

[mayavericks]

[Maya's voice is low when she speaks. There's a threat in it as she gazes toward the ceiling. Her posture is defensive, ready for anything.]

I know you are.

[barberic]

[Benjamin is there, and when she presses close to him he puts an arm around her automatically.

But just as wordlessly, when she needs to go, he lets her.]

[mayavericks]

[Maya is certainly grateful when he does -- he might even notice her loosen up, just a little. No one can hurt her if Benjamin is around, right?]