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

[whatyouwant]

Sorry we...didn't really mean to stay up here overnight. Is he okay?

[barberic]

["He" is going to go sit down at one of the tables in the courtyard and try to remember how to breathe.]

[brokeforgood]

Bruiser, or-- Bruiser's fine, but I think you may have broken Ben.

Don't worry about it! [Farrah giggles more, skipping off to perch on the table that Benji sat at, patting his back reassuringly, humming to herself between giggles]

Elle and Angus, Sittin on the Roof--
K-I-S-S-I-N-G

[whatyouwant]

Sorry, Mr. Ben!

[She looks back onto the roof and says something the others can't hear.]

We'll be down in just a minute!

[mcfife]

[There's sounds of bags being moved and Angus running around behind Elle, and he eventually pops up behind her in a hastily-buttoned school uniform.]

Hey! I'm, uh, going to throw a few things down! Just blankets and stuff, nothing big!

[barberic]

[He's still shaking with repressed chuckles, but shakes his head and waves off Elle's shouted apology.

He sucks in a breath and tilts his head back up at the sky, then exhales heavily. That seems to do it, though he wipes his eyes with one hand, then slaps his knees. Yes, like a grandpa.]

Well, crisis averted, hm?

[brokeforgood]

Told ya so. [She just sits back and enjoys the outdoors, too. She's glad that for once, she was right.]