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

[comeandfindme]

[ Her lips twitch. A tragedy. ...She can't blame him. She wants to rant and rave against the town, against the whole of Whitetail for letting her brother die, but—

But she'd have to rant and rave against herself too, considering. Woodsley lying there, so still and cold, no sign at all of Eric...

So she bites her lip and she nods. ]

He was... Mom's always working. It's like, it's not her fault, she's on her own. But...it means, growing up...Jacob was always the one who was really there for me. He loved being a big brother. He was really good at it.

[barberic]

[Where was your father? Obviously, it's the first question that comes to mind. But it doesn't matter - dead or absent, it's all the same to the children left behind.

He listens, can feel how much she misses her brother like it's a tangible thing.]

He sounds like he was a remarkable young man. I'm sure the world is a poorer place without him.

[He's sure she's heard the same consolation, dozens and dozens of times. But good men, kind men, are hard to find. And they're always the ones taken too soon.]

[comeandfindme]

[ It's all been empty condolences. Vigils where people expressed their sadness and then went on with their day. Times when they asked her, then...to move on.

There's something different in this. Some kind of common ground that Peregrine didn't really find in Whitetail. ]

...It is. [ Peregrine finds herself glancing at the various memorial benches. At the mound where Rina and Varian are buried. The world keeps going on, even if they're all dead. All gone.

...No. No, they're not quite gone. Not like Jacob is. ]

[barberic]

[Benjamin's gaze falls to the graves, as well. The ones he broke his back to dig, because it was the right thing to do. He barely even registers the ache in his back that lingers even now, the memory of fifteen years of backbreaking labor enough to dull it.

He doesn't offer more platitudes, about how we carry our dead inside us, or they watch over us through our actions, or anything like that. His Lucy is just as dead as Peregrine's brother, and he hasn't felt anything but empty about it.

Instead, he just offers her a moment of soft, companionable quiet, in the utter stillness of this green little grotto.]