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

[defyingfrigidity]

There has to be more than just that.

[It's not a question, nor a subtle urge for Cass to tell her more. It's said as simple fact; there has to be more than just what Cass remembers. None of these memories add up; however angry or hurt Cass could have been towards her friends, Elsa can't imagine her fighting or... hurting them. It makes a sense of uneasiness creep down her spine, fueled by the worry for her dear friend.]

Maybe... maybe it was a setup, or you don't have the full context... [She reaches up, smoothing some of the sleep-tangled hair back from Cass's face.] Varian was afraid of the memories he'd been given, and when he finally had the context behind them, the story was completely different. That has to be the same vor you.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's a soft moment where Cass just... exists. Here, in this uncomfortable cot. Snuggling with a queen who was doing everything she could to keep Cass from jumping off a ledge into whatever despair was awaiting her in the hole-filled depths of her memories.]

...Maybe. [She sighs into Elsa's hands, eyes briefly shutting.] Varian had no idea what happened to him from the moment he woke up. I didn't think that I would be the same... But I keep remembering new things too.

[defyingfrigidity]

We remember things in an order that doesn't make sense. The Wizard is doing this to us, to try and break us down. So we'll be easier to manipulate, when he dangles something in front of us in our times of weakness.

[Elsa leans close, close, until they're barely inches apart... and gently presses her forehead against Cass's.]

I know you, Cass. I see how much you want to protect us, and how much the idea of hurting your friends hurts you. Whatever happens in these dreams... I know that you're not a bad guy.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's difficult to say when Cassandra started holding her breath. Probably as Elsa leaned in, closer, closer... Until their foreheads pressed together as gentle as can be. And her whole world was Elsa now, looking up into those blue depths every time she opened her eyes.

She lets out a small sigh.]

I don't think I am either. I... I have my reasons for doing things, Elsa. I don't want to be a bad guy...

[But... what if she is?]