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

[fourbutts]

[ Janis nods, visibly more shaken than she sounds. ]

Right. Yeah.

[ Oh boy, time for more opening up! She takes the photo - what do we have here? ]

cw: vague suicidal imagery

[mayavericks]

[Even as Janis studies her photo, Maya shifts closer. She lays her head over her girlfriend's shoulder, eyes closing as she slips an arm around her waist. It's easier to ignore her own troubles when she focuses on caring for Janis.

Besides, the image is already imprinted on her mind. Three women, two of which Janis will recognize. One is herself in fact, body posed just as Connor's had been. Beside her is a woman with blonde hair, pierced through the torso by a blade -- Maya's own. And to the woman's right is Peregrine, lips blue from cold, hair wet, and her hand posed over her heart.]

cw: vague suicidal imagery, bonus mention

[fourbutts]

[ Her glance passes over the three. Peregrine, dead of... perhaps the worst cause she could think of for her, the other woman - Claudine? - dead by Maya's hand, she assumes, and herself...

... you know, in everything? She's never really seriously considered that for herself. ]

Hm. I can see the photoshop lines.

[ It's not a mirthful joke, but it's all she can think to say. ]

[mayavericks]

[Maya finally blinks her eyes open. Her hand shifts, covering the photo so that neither of them have to look at it. When she laughs, it's a faint sound. Not really amused so much as forced.]

You think so?

[fourbutts]

[ Janis nods, folding the paper under Maya's hand. ]

Yeah. Totally fake.

[ If she forces it out into the world, it might turn out to be true. ]

[mayavericks]

Of course. You are right here. Peregrine is... somewhere, and Saijo-san is nowhere near here.

It's. Fake. Same as yours.