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]

I believe the contract was that you would not cause chaos for anyone else other than Salieri-sensei and myself. Anyone else being the operative word, of course.

I don't recall any of us having stipulated that you couldn't be the one to personally endanger yourself.

[Whatever though, she's sitting down across from him and taking a peek at some of the books.]

[disharmonizes]

Well, I've already signed the contract as is, so it's a little late to make adjustments.

[The books are... well, assorted chemistry books, for the most part. Except for one book in the pile, which instead seems to be about music theory.]

[mayavericks]

Planning something, then?

[She glances over the books a few times, and... settles on music theory.]

Perhaps romancing our dear friend?

[disharmonizes]

Psh, nothing of the sort. [...slides that book a little further away from Maya.] Simply... taking an interest.

[mayavericks]

[Maya lets out a breath, one directed upward with enough force to ruffle her bangs.]

You aren't being particularly fun, you know.

[disharmonizes]

...

[He slides it out again.]

I am plenty fun. Just... preoccupied. And a little new to the topic, perhaps.

[no he's just

embarrassed]