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

[brokeforgood]

I knew it! [Farrah shrieks, with the intensity that.... someone might have, if they kept asking about a landline in a home where murders keep happening.]

I knew you fuckin knew wonderwall!!!

[themuseabandonsyou]

What's wonderwall? [ he asks, a good seven minutes into playing Wonderwall, a song that is, by all accounts, a little over four and a half minutes long. ]

[brokeforgood]

HE’S PLAYING IT RIGHT NOW.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Who's playing it? [ Orpheus frowns, looking around for anyone else playing an instrument. Eight minutes into Wonderwall. ]

[howtheworldwas]

[ helping: ]

Mmm. I bet Mister Hermes knows Wonderwall.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Probably! He knows nearly as many songs as my mom does, and he like, invented the lyre. He probably knows every song ever written for it.

[howtheworldwas]

Wow. [ Eurydice holds her hand up, counting on her fingers. ] I think I know...six songs? I like the one you're playing.

[brokeforgood]

He’s playing Wonderwall! [RIGHT? IS SHE… WAY MORE HIGH THAN SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS?]

[themuseabandonsyou]

Thanks!! I, um. I honestly don't remember how it goes after this part? [ He keeps playing the part he's been playing for the past nine minutes. ] Is it Wonderwall? Do you know what comes next, Farrah?

[comeandfindme]

[ Distantly, confused: ] Something comes next…?

[howtheworldwas]

[ happily: ]

And he's doing a great job!