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]

[Farrah’s still all giggles, patting his flushed cheek, giving him a quick squeeze, before sitting back down into her own place on the floor.]

It’s okay, if he does, we’ll just tell him about the pageants— [She’s practically glowing, as if she’s the one in love. She’s so happy to hear it, though.]

I’m so happy for you. I knew it.

[violentenvies]

[He'll sit up a bit, too, still a bit red, still a bit embarrassed but...happy.]

You and Spongebob. Smarter than I could even imagine.

[brokeforgood]

Well. It's easier for other people to see, than... you know. Yourself. [Does she sound a little sad? Maybe. Maybe she's just high.]

[violentenvies]

[no, no, he'll definitely pick up on that. And he's flashing back to that meeting, and the shipping chart she made...and he reaches out to set a hand on her knee, comforting]

...speaking from experience?

[brokeforgood]

Orrrr lack of experience. [She shrugs, trying to sound cool about it.]

I died before I even got kissed. Like. Come on.

[violentenvies]

Well. You're alive now. [he reaches out to gently tug on a bit of her hair, affectionately]

...though it's true that sometimes we don't notice these things until after such feelings have long been inside us.