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. ))

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[comeandfindme]

[ Today, Peregrine has...a few things ahead of her. Tonight, there's against all odds a date, and in the day, well—

It's when she looked at the menu earlier this week that she remembered it. Yesterday, actually. The little dates. She wasn't sure if she should do anything about it, but—

No one deserves to be forgotten.

So! Before the meeting, Peregrine can be found in the teacher's lounge. She's got one of her completely treated pieces of deerskin leather, but instead of fitting it into a cloak, like the others, she— she's cutting it up? In very specific ways, and...braiding it. There's a whole bunch of thread, braided into cords sitting out on the table, presumably for practice. She's been at this for awhile. Very quietly, she hums as she works.

And after? She's in the kitchen, with a recipe book from the library. It's open to a page on...apple cakes? ]

Okay. Okay, okay, okay. How do you know what apples are tart...?

[ She's. Really trying!!

At some point at night, before it's time for her to meet Janis and Maya, she stops at the ofrenda in the lobby, carrying a somewhat lopsided apple cake complete with nineteen lit candles. ]

So, um... I don't know if...you can hear me here, or...anything. But— ...I remembered. I wasn't sure what you'd like, and it's my first time baking without...without my mom, so I probably screwed something up, but... Here. I hope— somehow, maybe, you can...see it.

[ She sets down the cake carefully. ]

...And— here. [ Alongside it, she places a medium brown corded leather bracelet. ]

Happy Birthday, Connor. ...Miss you.

Teacher's Lounge

[defyingfrigidity]

[Ah... a sense of deja vu, and one that makes Elsa's chest feel tight. Wasn't it about this time last week that she walked into the library to see Rina in a similar state, with supplies all around to make things for everyone here? Elsa's wondering if this is some sort of ominous sign, but...

No. She... she can't think like that. She can't just assume there will be one more murder this week. So she pushes those thoughts away, moving closer to examine what's already strewn around the table.]

What are you making?

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine looks up from where she's oh-so-carefully braiding. ]

It's a bracelet. Just something I've been meaning to do for a bit.

[defyingfrigidity]

[She watches the way Peregrine works, the cords overlapping into an intricate little pattern...]

Is there something special about it?

[comeandfindme]

Well... [ Her gaze flits away for a second. ] It's— it's a birthday present. ...For Connor.

[defyingfrigidity]

... Oh.

[God, the murder was bad enough. But so close to his birthday...?]

Do you... know what sorts of things he liked? I could add something to it, if you want.

[comeandfindme]

Not well enough. [ There's a touch of bitterness there. ] He, well... He said he used to wear stuff like this, cuffs or...braided ones. He didn't want it to get in the way of things, so...I'm trying to keep it simple.

[defyingfrigidity]

[This place... ugh. So many lives, so many friendships cut short. It's not fair to them, or to Connor, or to any of the others who have died.]

I could add some charms or beads into the weaving, if you think that would look nice.

[comeandfindme]

Really? [ She looks startled, but...in a good way. ] ...You know how to do that? I'm...just kind of flying by the seat of my pants, here.

ofrenda

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s caught—- the very end of this. She hesitates. It’d be easier to walk away and pretend she didn’t see anything. But—-]

I don’t think he’d mind, if you blow out the candles and take his birthday wish.

[comeandfindme]

[ It was a bit of a double-edged sword, moving the ofrenda to the lobby. It means it's easier to visit it, but it also means it's easier to get caught visiting it. ]

Farrah! [ Peregrine turns, and the speed at which she does almost blows out the candles for her. ] Hi, um. I was just...

[ it was pretty obvious what you were doing per ]

[brokeforgood]

Don't worry about it. [She smiles, and flops down in front of the Ofrenda, careful to at least keep enough distance so she doesn't knock out the candle's flame.

Look at all this character growth. Farrah's not even teasing, or bullying her, or saying anything super rude!]

I still think you should use the wish, though.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine fiddles with one of her own bracelets. ]

It's...really stupid, I just— I think enough's been taken from him already.

[brokeforgood]

You want me to use it? Because he can't exactly blow out the candles right now.

[or can he]

[comeandfindme]

[ FARRAH..... ]

No! I mean... I'd much rather just let 'em burn down...but that ruins the cake... [ Peregrine just. Sinks down next to Farrah with a groan. ] I don't do this stuff very often. It's weird.

[brokeforgood]

Why don't you make the wish for him? Like... Something he'd really want.

[comeandfindme]

But, I don't know what he'd really want. That's the problem. All I've got for sure is...what we talked about and his letter.

Kitchen

[violentenvies]

[Salieri was just popping in for a cup of tea, but he pauses, noticing Peregrine checking out that cookbook]

Ah...Peregrine. Good afternoon.

[comeandfindme]

Salieri!

[ Peregrine turns with a start. ]

How do you know if an apple is sweet or tart without biting it?

[ yeah good afternoon to you too im sorry ]

[violentenvies]

[.....um.]

I'm...not entirely certain, other than to carve out a slice of it and try it, possibly?

Why do you ask?

[comeandfindme]

...Would that work? [ Her face, in the recipe book— ] It calls for whole apples but like, they gotta be cut up anyway, so maybe...one less wouldn't be too bad, right?

[ Peregrine, he asked you a question— ]

I'm! I'm trying to bake a cake.

[violentenvies]

I don't think it would affect the outcome that much, if it's a cake.

[....]

Any particular reason for the cake? Or you simply felt the urge?

[comeandfindme]

It's for Connor. It's his birthday.

[ She's distracted, so the response comes out easier than the other times she's been asked today. ]

[violentenvies]

[...oh.]

...in that case, would you like some assistance?

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's face is almost fully in that recipe book when she looks up. ]

So, it says to mix in— what? ...Oh. Um. ...Yes, actually. I've never...baked by myself.