Week Six

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, in It's Curtains, the weather changed, and with it your fortune in Dads. Discord took Salieri out - or perhaps Salieri took Discord out - and left the survivors with that much less impulse control. Nonetheless, a visit from a new friend might have provided a little bit of much-needed hope?

On Sunday morning, you'll find that the other side of the second floor has opened up - as well as the actual intended path to reach the roof garden. You can finally stop climbing up that rope every time you want to have a picnic or secret lover's rendezvous!

Outside, the weather seems to have calmed down. It's sunny again, with rather a lot of clouds. Though it's warm, the atmosphere seems very...still.]


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. ))

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[mcfife]

[Angus feels sick. How can someone enjoy suffering? He knows. He knows very well. Elle grips him tightly in the morning, churning his stomach further.

His hand has fallen off her, and he lets is rest on her. She trusts him. She trusts him.]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle looks up suddenly, surprised to see anyone there.]

Oh, uh... [Her eyes are red, there's a pile of tissue on one side of her on the bed, and her hair clearly hasn't been brushed today. She isn't even wearing makeup.]

It's what I remembered this morning, from back home. [She blows her nose and grabs another tissue.]

[sugarlumps]

...That's rough, girl.

[Angus is safe for now, probably.]

[She kind of sits at the edge of the bed.]

You wanna dish about it or do you wanna plan revenge.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle lets herself cry for a minute before speaking up.]

Angus?

[She sniffs.] Would you want to still be my boyfriend even if I'm not a lawyer?

[whatyouwant]

[That gets a short laugh out of her. She moves the ice cream from the other side of her in case LSP wants to sit next to her, but not on any used tissues.]

So I was in law school, right? And last week I remembered getting this amazing internship with the toughest professor. I was so proud of myself, like I studied really hard and it finally paid off. I thought...I thought I was more than just a pretty face.

[Her eyes start to sting again. She grits her teeth.]

But it turns out I was wrong. Callahan, the professor, he made a move on me, kissed me and when I pushed him away he fired me.

So dropped out of school.

Broadhurst

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah can hear the weeping inside—- but when she reaches for the door handle, her hand shakes so bad she has to pull it back.

She’s never been so afraid of a room before. It’s not the crying that scares her—— but rather, what she knows she’ll see on the walls. Varian’s plans, Salieri’s compositions, her own doodles that had been so pridefully pinned up—— she’s not ready to see it all.

So instead, she gets as close to the door as she can without touching it, and—-]

Hello?

[whatyouwant]

[It takes a minute, but eventually Elle shuffles to the door and cracks it open. Her eyes are red, her hair is a mess, and she definitely doesn't have any makeup on.]

Oh, hey, Farrah. Did you need to grab something?

[brokeforgood]

[Oh, thank god the door stays cracked. Farrah relaxes, shaking her head.]

No, Orpheus helped me move stuff yesterday. I just—- heard—-

Are you okay?

[fourbutts]

[ eat your heart out current cartoon lesbians she is going to write a romance that is so self-indulgent... ]

That works! Hm... who all else would be teachers?

[mcfife]

[Compared to being an evil overlord who kills sweet pink aliens?]

Of course I do.

[He can't leave her now. Not when she needs him.]

You're still so smart even without the position.

[sugarlumps]

Okay, so.

[Deep breath]

So what I'm hearing is, once we get out of here, we find where this guy lives and, like, trash his house. And drive his car off a cliff or something.

For Farrah; Sunday night

[barberic]

[When Farrah comes back to Ambassador that night, Benjamin is sitting on the side of his bed, holding a photograph in his trembling hands. It isn't the brass-framed ambrotype of his wife and baby daughter, but a plain, photo paper print-out.

When she comes in, he lets it hang between his knees from one hand, the other coming up to run through his hair.

He's been thinking about what to say to her all evening. He deserves to be hated. He isn't fit to be a comfort to anyone, he's a monster. A butcher. A murderer.

But Farrah has lost...almost everyone. Her life back home, and the family she's made here. He sees himself in her anger, now, his thirst for vengeance in her fury, his emptiness in hers, and it echoes sickeningly inside of him. He can't abandon her outright, either. Even if it is for her own good.

She's almost more his own daughter than Johanna. And he needs to get her away from him before she follows his path to hell.]

...You're sure you don't want to find somewhere else to sleep? I bet Spongebob would appreciate the company.

[employeeoftheyear]

[No one will be het it will put Steven Universe to shame.]

Well obviously there's Benji, and maybe Hester, and...

[He stops suddenly, looking both saddened and awkward.]

... What about the people who died?

[whatyouwant]

[Elle buries her head more into his chest, gripping tightly.]

I dropped out of Harvard.

[whatyouwant]

I, uh... [Farrah's been through so much yesterday, she doesn't want to foist more off on her.]

Just some stuff I remembered from home. It's nothing.

[fourbutts]

[ Janis is silent for a moment, then nods. ]

Yeah, for sure. They get to be part of it too.

[whatyouwant]

[Congrats! You've gotten her to giggle twice now and she almost smiles!]

This guy is crazy rich, he probably just has another house to go to. And like several cars.

[sugarlumps]

That just means a road trip, girl.

[whatyouwant]

[The giggle is much more pronounced now.]

Well, it's not like I'm in school anymore, so I have time.

[mayavericks]

[Consider Maya thoroughly horrified. She's heard stories of how far girls would go for a role in a play, had even discussed them with Janis. But this seems entirely unreal. She would call it as much, if not for the fact that Janis had lived it and described it to her.]

Who could possibly feel this much revulsion for anyone, let alone multiple someone's?

[Absently, she reaches for Janis's arm and gives it a squeeze.]

[stagemanagers]

[You feel like you probably shouldn't go too deep into the woods. Didn't Cass say that there's a void somewhere out there?]

[mcfife]

[Oh.

Angus likens it to a Wizard apprentice leaving an order, but he doesn't know how that happens. Money. Lack of conviction. A desire to pursue a different path.]

There are other schools. Other ways to become a lawyer. [Unless she doesn't want to be one anymore...] And you'll still take me to Malibu, won't you?

[employeeoftheyear]

[He gives her an admiring smile.]

Yay! I dads, er, Mr. Salieri would be a music teacher and that Discord would be a great art teacher! Or maybe a social studies teacher for the irony.

[fourbutts]

[ Janis gives a slight, appreciative smile, and shrugs. ]

I don't think it ever really sank in for her that other people are, y'know, people until very, very recently. But yeah, this was her fun revenge for what Cady and I did to her, I guess. Just like the fun nickname was her revenge on me for not being cool enough to stay her friend back in middle school.

[stagemanagers]

[There are! Much of it is similar to the begging you've already seen:]

PLEASE PLEASE HELP ME SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE -

But off by itself in a corner, you can find something a little bit different, in larger and more deliberate letters:]

NEVER GIVE UP