[Tuesday has come around once more and life in the school has been hard- (Hard?)- has been bad- (Bad?)- has been rough (Kinky!) especially in these last few days. Down to a Single Dad Making a Difference (not including Your Bonus Lesbian Dad Maya Tendo) and weighed down by an assortment of terrible memories, things are looking grim for the students of Gershwin High School Academy University.
On and on, again and again, just like the 4 weeks before the doors to the cafeteria silently close and lock for the thirty minutes before noon hits and Hester’s usual announcement happens.]
I...okay. Come to the cafeteria please.
[The cafeteria has been, obviously, deep cleaned since Salieri’s corpse had been found up the stairs at Hester’s usual spot but she’s not standing there today. No, today she’s standing on the ground floor, hands folded over her middle while she waits for the remaining twelve students to come in. Her head is lowered, like she's fully expecting to be yelled at by at least one someone this afternoon. There are no mannequins around her, no table set-up with envelopes or anything else. Just Hester, standing alone.
When everyone is in place, a beat starts to play, Hester taps her foot in rhythm and begins to sing.]
Life's too short to even care at all, you know We’re losing our minds, losing our minds, losing control These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me Whoa oh-oh, oh, whoa-oh, oh A dead world aches for a beat of a drum, oh-whoa oh, oh
The Wizard has decided your next motive. [She lifts her head only a little, looking at them but not able to look anyone in the eyes. While she sings, everyone gathered will start to feel…off. A little tired, a little achy.]
If I could find a way to see this straight I'd run away, to some fortune that I, I should have found By now And so I run now to the things they said could restore it Restore life the way it should be I'm waiting for this cough syrup To come down
[She starts to quickly walk forward as she sings, brushing past people even if they try to reach out to her, heading straight for the open cafeteria doors.]
One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh, whoa-oh One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa, oh, whoa
[Once she steps over the threshold into the hallway the doors gently close behind her. If anyone chooses to chase after her, she'll be gone but on a small table just outside the doors are several bottles of a mild cold medicine and enough cups of hot herbal tea for twelve people, all in butter yellow tea cups.]
[ooc: here we go, friends, your final motive: down with the sickness. The symptoms of this illness include a fever, hallucinations (visual, auditory, olfactory) and fluctuating energy levels ranging from sluggish to excessively caffinated. Symptoms can be as severe or mild as you like and can fluctuate between those as often as you like.]
MOTIVE: One More Spoon of Cough Syrup Now [cw: hallucinations, discussion of sickness]
On and on, again and again, just like the 4 weeks before the doors to the cafeteria silently close and lock for the thirty minutes before noon hits and Hester’s usual announcement happens.]
I...okay. Come to the cafeteria please.
[The cafeteria has been, obviously, deep cleaned since Salieri’s corpse had been found up the stairs at Hester’s usual spot but she’s not standing there today. No, today she’s standing on the ground floor, hands folded over her middle while she waits for the remaining twelve students to come in. Her head is lowered, like she's fully expecting to be yelled at by at least one someone this afternoon. There are no mannequins around her, no table set-up with envelopes or anything else. Just Hester, standing alone.
When everyone is in place, a beat starts to play, Hester taps her foot in rhythm and begins to sing.]
Life's too short to even care at all, you know
We’re losing our minds, losing our minds, losing control
These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me
Whoa oh-oh, oh, whoa-oh, oh
A dead world aches for a beat of a drum, oh-whoa oh, oh
The Wizard has decided your next motive. [She lifts her head only a little, looking at them but not able to look anyone in the eyes. While she sings, everyone gathered will start to feel…off. A little tired, a little achy.]
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away, to some fortune that
I, I should have found
By now
And so I run now to the things they said could restore it
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup
To come down
[She starts to quickly walk forward as she sings, brushing past people even if they try to reach out to her, heading straight for the open cafeteria doors.]
One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh, whoa-oh
One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa, oh, whoa
[Once she steps over the threshold into the hallway the doors gently close behind her. If anyone chooses to chase after her, she'll be gone but on a small table just outside the doors are several bottles of a mild cold medicine and enough cups of hot herbal tea for twelve people, all in butter yellow tea cups.]
[ooc: here we go, friends, your final motive:
down with thesickness. The symptoms of this illness include a fever, hallucinations (visual, auditory, olfactory) and fluctuating energy levels ranging from sluggish to excessively caffinated. Symptoms can be as severe or mild as you like and can fluctuate between those as often as you like.]