It's a sad song - It's a sad tale

[musacal]

[ WELL THAT... HAPPENED, HUH. YO WHAT THE FUCK DISCORD THAT'S BALLER.

Good thing the Wizard's probably going to be occupied with THAT for a while longer because it looks like this long ass, nogood day isn't quite over yet as there's still one more incoming curve ball. In contrast to the smell of smoke from the auditorium there seems to be a... sweet, banana-y baked good smell coming from the cafeteria? But who could have been baking while you were all at the trial--

If you go in there or even just pass by at all, you'll find on one of the tables there's a plate with several warm and fresh banana muffins. Underneath the plate, just sticking out enough so that you can see a corner peeking out, is a folded up note:


You are not alone. I'm here to help.
I'll be waiting for everyone in the
girl's washroom on the first floor.

Come and find me.
-a friend

At the bottom of the note is a small, hand drawn banana. The handwriting and muffins might look familiar to two of you.

...soooooooo you up for a meeting after all that shit? ]

Comments

[brokeforgood]

That fucking bitch!

[barberic]

[At the mention of making deals to bring back the dead, Farrah will feel Benjamin go very still and very stiff, at her side.]

[brokeforgood]

[She's gonna just pretend it's for her benefit that he's stiffening.

Actually, it's Farrah, she probably believes it. She pats his arm twice.]

Seriously. Fucking bitch.

[barberic]

[Her hand patting his arm startles him into looking down at her, but at her words he has nothing to say. Her affection is for a different man. A man who thought he was good. A man who died in Australia, who died again when his enemy swore to remove his daughter from his reach forever.

If she knew the monster he was, he knew, she would tar him with the same brush as this 'Riley,' without hesitation.

But, God help her, she needs someone. He can't leave her alone, not after she's lost everyone else she was closest to, over the last two weeks.

Damn you, Antonio.]

[brokeforgood]

[Her mouth twists slightly with dissatisfaction at his silence. She's tired of everyone who seems to dismiss her anger, who won't join her in her rage against Riley-- especially the way Nana talks-- like it's not bad enough that she has to be the girl that fell, but she also has to be the girl that Riley killed.

After all of it-- even after she's been brought back-- by Riley's hand, or by the Leading Player's, or the Wizard's.

She's still that hopeless loser girl who no one understands.

But even with her rage left in solitude, she needs something to hold onto. So she leans against him, closes her eyes, and tries to think of a life without cheerleading.]