[Sunday comes-- and with it, Farrah wakes up in a place where she doesn't want to be. She's in Ambassador-- not safely tucked in between Discord and Salieri in the two beds pushed together in Broadhurst.
I'm here, Let's Cheer.
Well. And she thought some of the meetings here were clusterfucks.
Farrah goes exploring through the new places-- she pops her head into the Science Classroom first-- feels unbearably sad, and moves onto the Game Room next. She's almost cheered up by the concept of going in and playing a game-- but then she remembers Rina, and closes the door.
She ends up in the Art Room for a while, thinking she might draw or paint-- but while hunting down supplies, she keeps finding random tidbits that remind her of Discord. Pompoms, glitter, pipecleaners-- after a while, it becomes too much. After she's scoured the room, she gives up. It's too sad. She does, however, leave behind a giant mess.
For most of Sunday evening, Farrah's 'missing'-- but anyone who approaches the garden might find her curled up on one of the new benches. And she's singing-- quietly.]
Hey dad, dead dad I need a little help here I'm prob'ly talking to myself here But dead dad, I gotta ask Are you really still around? 'Cause I need you here beside me Are you here, dead dad? Dead dad
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I'm here, Let's Cheer.
Well. And she thought some of the meetings here were clusterfucks.
Farrah goes exploring through the new places-- she pops her head into the Science Classroom first-- feels unbearably sad, and moves onto the Game Room next. She's almost cheered up by the concept of going in and playing a game-- but then she remembers Rina, and closes the door.
She ends up in the Art Room for a while, thinking she might draw or paint-- but while hunting down supplies, she keeps finding random tidbits that remind her of Discord. Pompoms, glitter, pipecleaners-- after a while, it becomes too much. After she's scoured the room, she gives up. It's too sad. She does, however, leave behind a giant mess.
For most of Sunday evening, Farrah's 'missing'-- but anyone who approaches the garden might find her curled up on one of the new benches. And she's singing-- quietly.]
Hey dad, dead dad
I need a little help here
I'm prob'ly talking to myself here
But dead dad, I gotta ask
Are you really still around?
'Cause I need you here beside me
Are you here, dead dad?
Dead dad