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Week Five
[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. ))
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!]
(( 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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[ He shakes his head. ]
It's okay. I mean, it's not? It's a really big problem, and it's only getting worse. But I'm going to fix it? I hope.
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[ She smiles, and lightly punches his arm. ]
Good for you! Saving the world. Or at least the seasons.
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Yeah! I'm writing a song for the goddess of the seasons and her husband, about how their marriage used to be before it started falling apart, and if I get right then they'll remember what it was like before they started fighting all the time and he'll give me my wife back.
[ His wife who may or may not be somewhere within earshot during this conversation. Hi, Eurydice. ]
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Wait, that wife?
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[ she waves, sounding a little proud of herself ]
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Your wife is cool. I'm sorry I made her think Will Graham could talk.
[ She thinks, forgetting for a moment who this man is. ]
Maybe you already got her back? You know, the weekly amnesia hour.
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[ Huh. ]
Well either way, I hope it's good enough to convince Lord Hades to let her go. I hope it was good enough? If it's already happened. Who's Will Graham?
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[ She laughs. ]
He's my deer. I love him.
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[ So he's just been trying as hard as possible not to! It's fine. ]
Oh, you mean the blue one you brought with you to the campfire? He seems nice. Did you get him out of the vending machine?
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[ She nods. ]
Yeah! I got him from the machine and made him blue so he can stand out.
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Why do you think there are so many of them in there? Peregrine thinks they're there to make fun of her, but they have to belong to someone, right? Even if it's not one of us.
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There's no deer in the Wizard of Oz.... maybe the Wizard just likes deer? For all we know he could be a deer.
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[ Everything that's been going on has been kind of distracting, in his defense. ]
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[ He sits up a little straighter, clearly interested. ]
What's it about?
[ is it storytime ]
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[ Janis collects herself. ]
So once upon a time, in Kansas during like... the thirties, there was a girl named Dorothy. I think it's supposed to be dust bowl times? I don't know, anyway. Her house gets sucked up in a tornado, and she goes to this magical place called Oz! Suddenly everything is colorful and fun and there's a bunch of Munchkins, a magical race of short people who super didn't age well!
And this witch, Glinda - she's a good witch, you can tell because she's, like, pink and pretty - tells her that her house killed a bad witch, which is fine because bad witches suck, and says to go follow this road to meet the Wizard of Oz so she can go home! And on the way she meets uh... a scarecrow, a tin man, and a lion, but they're all like. Dudes. They can talk. And sing, too! They get laid out in a poppy field for like a hot second - or maybe that happens later?
So they meet the Wizard and he's this big head on the wall and he says "go... kill the other bad witch while you're here" because I guess just killing one isn't enough? Ungrateful jerk. Stupid...... green. Green man.
[ And, swinging back onto track: ]
Anyway, they go there and Dorothy stone cold kills her, except it's on accident again - she's like so evil and ugly or whatever that water kills her. She melts, Dorothy learns that the Wizard is a hack, and the good witch lets her know that she could have gone home the whole time with the shoes she inherited from the first evil witch she accidentally killed! Then she wakes up and it was all a dream, which is stupid so we ignore it. The end.
[ a beat. ]
Oh shit and she had a dog, too. Fuck. Like it doesn't matter to the story, but he's cute and I feel bad ignoring him.
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That Wizard seems terrible, too. Making someone kill two people to go home, when there was nothing stopping her from doing that. [ He scowls, looking supremely unimpressed. ] I guess it makes sense that the Wizard would name himself after the Wizard and be a big head.
[ He sits back, leaning against the wall and frowining. ]
I'm from the Dustbowl, though. I guess Peregrine was right about that being the thirties, by how you count the year. Do you think that means anything?