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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WEDNESDAY

[stagemanagers]

[It is Wednesday, my dudes, and you know what that means! Except this week there's no club. Instead there's a different kind of poster all over the school:]



Prom Night!
Theme: Dancing Queen
Thursday (7/8)
6 PM - ???
Formal Attire Required

[In the costume room there appear to be several racks of new formal wear befitting a prom set out on hangers, shoes and small accessories included. How fun but weird!]

...

[stagemanagers]

[Early morning Wednesday, right around the time the sun is just coming up, the sickly sleepers of Gershwin high aren't going to be experiencing as sound a slumber as they might like. Ambassador is having to contend with the sound of little nails scratching at the door and Broadhurst having a steady thunk thunk thunk at theirs.]

Ambassador

[barberic]

[Benjamin doesn't sleep well anyway, so the sound of little nails gets him up quickly.

Is it Bruiser again?]

[stagemanagers]

[Not this time, Benji. It's Ruddiger and he looks a little wobbly, possibly because of the empty wine bottle clutched in his fat little raccoon arms.

(It's fine, he's a cartoon raccoon.)]

Re: Ambassador

[sugarlumps]

[A sleepily-thrown pillow makes it about a foot from LSP's bed in an effort to quiet the scrabbling.]

N' Finn, quit tryn' to cheat ob Huntress Wizard with me, 'm not like that...

[Soft snoring returns a moment later.]

Broadhurst

[fourbutts]

[ Janis, currently tangled up in the bed of the one living actual resident of this dorm, groans and sort of. Stumbles over to the door. ]

Way to rub it in... Alright, who's there?

[stagemanagers]

[It's everyone's favorite snail with a skateboard, Gary! When she opens the door he thunks his skateboard against her shin, albeit much gentler than he was being with the door.]

Meow.

[tailor_made]

[About twenty minutes after people have cleared out, Hester emerges from the school, still in her pink pajamas, bunny slippers and wrapped in a fuzzy cupcake robe. She squints at the tire marks on the pavement in the parking lot to the still slightly smoking car smashed into a tree.]

...What the fuck?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah spends the rest of Wednesday being grounded. She sits on Benji’s bed cross-legged, wrapped completely in two blankets—- one pulled over her head like a giant hood, and the other one wrapped around her entire body. She doesn’t look up when anyone enters the room—- just sits and glares at the wall. ]

Shut up. [She’s talking to someone who isn’t there. Every so often, she’ll shiver, and pull the blankets closer. But mostly she just sulks.

At least she’s allowed guests. But her head still hurts, and she wants to sleep, but can’t, and is extremely grumpy.]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle comes in with a bowl of soup.]

Room service! [Bruiser darts in the room before the door closes and hops up on the bed next to Farrah.]

[brokeforgood]

Oh. Hey, Elle.

[Farrah glances up at Elle, but—- no offense, Elle, the real smile here is for Bruiser, who she’s willing to wriggle out of the blankets to pet.]

Hi, buddy. I heard you helped everyone find me, today. [She still hasn’t decided if it’s a good thing or not, but she’ll give Bruiser a good ear rub as a reward.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus turns up carrying one of the strange blue plush toys he got out of the vending machine, knocking on the door frame to announce himself before heading inside and kneeling next to the bed Farrah is sitting on. ]

Hi, Farrah. [ he says, gently. ] I brought you a friend? I know you already have one, but. In case you wanted another.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Hey Farrah. In the evening Spongebob is just going to come to her room and lie down next to her, trying his best to make sure his bad arm isn't disturbed.]

I'm glad to see I haven't killed ya yet.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice hears that shut up as she's about to enter the room. She knows Farrah isn't talking to her, but even so: ]

Can I come in? I'll be quiet. [ her tone is soft, gentle. she's not mad. ]

Afternoon

[barberic]

[Despite grounding her to Ambassador since the crash that morning, Benjamin hasn't been keeping a strict watch on her, per se, relying more on her headache and this damned illness to keep her obedient to her punishment.

But he hasn't been able to sit down with her and face her, until he himself calmed down, so that he didn't accidentally turn his worry into anger and wind up lashing out. And stopped seeing things that weren't there, for the time being.

So when he comes in to see her again, it's around lunchtime, after they've both had some time to calm down. He's carrying one of the cafeteria trays, and he moves to sit on the bed next to her, setting it down on the nightstand and reaching out to stroke her head through her blanket hood.]

How are you feeling, princess?

[employeeoftheyear]

[Since Spongebob's dads are dead so he's not really grounded, but he's going to spend most of the rest of the day in the nurse's room, recovering from the injuries and broken arm.

While he will spend most of the day resting while cuddling gary, he'll still be up for chatting, and even if no one's there you can sometimes find him laughing and chatting with seemingly nobody.]

Geez, Mr. Salieri. I know I scared you but you don't have to worry about me that much.

[Well the visions seem happier at least?

Later in the evening, you'll find Spongebob in the kitchen baking despite his still really large injuries and being down to only one arm. He seems pretty insistent on doing it if anyone bugs him about it.

The end result is a cake, big enough to feed all 12 of them. It's a simple sponge cake with vanilla frosting, and a sloppy message written on it.]

Sorry I got drunk, tried to kill Benji, and almost getting us killed.

Kitchen

[themuseabandonsyou]

Um.

[ Orpheus hovers a bit awkwardly at the door, watching Spongebob bustle about with his arm in a sling. ]

Do you... need help with that?

[ He's doing impressively well all things considered, but there's a lot of things to consider, and Orpheus doesn't like the idea of him putting himself through so much trouble after what happened earlier. ]

Kitchen

[sugarlumps]

Bob.

[LSP is groggy. She feels like hell, and she's still cocooned in several large sweaters and a fuzzy bathrobe from the costume shop as she wobbles into the kitchen, smelling faintly of cough syrup.]

Did something, like, happen earlier today?

nurses office

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice stops at the foot of his bed, once he says Mister Salieri. She frowns and shakes her head sadly. ]

I'm not Antonio. But you did scare me.

nurse's office

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's here later in the day. She's looking a little better, somewhat. A little more color to her. Still, she's here to get something...something for a headache, maybe. That's probably what's ailing her.

She hears Spongebob laugh and mention Salieri and she stops in the doorway. ]

He's not here.

[ She'd hoped that he would be in his bunk. ]

[barberic]

[Benji's in the kitchen to get dinner for Farrah, when he sees Spongebob putting the finishing touches on his cake. He looks over his shoulder to read what he's writing, and remarks dryly:]

...You know why I stepped in front of you, don't you?

cw: hallucinations, parental abandonment

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ For the most part, Orpheus has been doing better than the others. For the most part. He spends Wednesday morning laid up in Longacre, too fatigued to move, shivering and burning hot to the touch. It's an entirely unfamiliar sensation to him - through luck or divine heritage or a little of both, he's never really been seriously ill before, and the new experience hits him like a sledgehammer to the chest. Glassy-eyed and feverish, he murmurs to himself, barely audible to anyone who isn't standing right next to him. ]

I'm okay, mom. I'm okay. You don't have to - you don't have to worry about me. I know you're busy. It's okay.

[ By the time he recovers, there's a whole lot of screaming and crashing and honking coming from outside, so. There's that to deal with. That sure does take some time, and once it's sorted out it's already well into the afternoon. He heads off to the art room in a hurry, taking up his task from yesterday and folding yet more paper flowers. He's gotten fairly quick at it, but he needs a lot of them for what he's planning, and by the time that's done the afternoon is starting to turn to evening. By rights he should probably go to bed and get what rest he can, but he has other ideas, and sneaks out to the woods, where he finds a nice secluded spot and begins to sing, high and clear. ]

And if the world came tumbling down
I never could forgive myself for leaving out
You're the one
You are the only one

in the woods somewhere

[stagemanagers]

[Oh, Orpheus, you precious son of a muse. You and your beautiful music.

For a few weeks now the woods have been so quiet. No birds singing, no ambient noises of small animals speeding through the grass. Only a light breeze now and again save for the storms that raged last week. All is still, all is quiet. You are alone.

Until the rustling in the underbrush starts.]

CW: hallucinations, parental neglect in the first prompt

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Well.

After that humongous mess of a morning, with Spongebob and Farrah squared away to receive the help they deserve, Cassandra finds the mental energy to go her own way. Firstly, to the storage upstairs. Because after much trial and error, her efforts have finally, finally borne fruit: she's figured out how to use the laundry machines.

She's busy loading in a basket of dirty clothes, her gaze turned downwards, screwing tightly. Her expression locked in a tight-lipped frown.]

I know! I'm... I'm working on it, okay? I'll get it right.

[She appears to be arguing with... nobody.

Later, it's a trek down to the concession stand to trade off her latest batch of coins. The results aren't wild, but sorting it all out gives her something to do with her hands.

She throws on that modified jacket. It fits surprisingly well; as she sees when she steps back to admire the patches along the arms... and she starts patting at her hand. Then the sleeve, up to the elbow, and then her shoulder.

And then Cass starts screaming.

Anyone who happens to be feeling particularly under the strain of this weeks motive might happen to see Cassandra's arm wreathed in unnatural blue flames she's desperately attempting to put out.]

Concession Stand

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa hadn't been meaning to pass the vending machine. She'd been passing through the cafeteria on her way to the kitchen, intending to scrounge up some soup to fight off the cold stuffing up her nose and head. She noticed a figure at the strange machine, but through the haze of her sickness, didn't really register who it was until she heard the piercing scream.

Elsa's panic lances through any fog in her brain, her senses lighting up with absolute clarity, and her feet are moving before she even fully registers what's going on, running towards her new girlfriend.]

Cass! What's wrong?!