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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INVESTIGATION

[fourbutts]

[ She remembers the Spring Fling dance. She remembers Cady, apologizing. She remembers Regina, almost making up for a fraction of the hurt she's done.

She remembers that they're people. Everyone's a person. Even the shitty people. And people deserve dignity, because people are going through shit.

It takes her a moment to remember how many murders the Wizard is responsible for, and just how fucking hard he's going to have to go to earn that courtesy. From one life-ruiner to another, she supposes. At least she still has an enemy.

She also has a goal. If she can train up, if she can become a strong enough narrator, then maybe... maybe she can fix this. Maybe she can fix everything herself. Wouldn't that be some shit? So after a while she emerges from Broadhurst and heads to the garden, where she can be found sort of... wandering? ]

Okay, so... gagtags. What the fuck is a gagtag? Might as well start there? Maybe?

[ Eventually, though, she settles for what she knows, and starts investigating, first... well, might as well try to focus and vibe check this big tree here, right? She's got a few places she wants to check, but this is as decent a starting point as any.

Later on, though, she can be found in the art room of the new wing, scoping out all the supplies. ]

Oh, fuck yes. About damn time, you boomer asshole.

[ And she's going to start painting. And... not stop for a While. ]

garden

[brokeforgood]

[She basically lives on this bench now. So when Janis wonders out loud in the garden about gagtags, the school’s youngest living student pipes up.]

Is it a weird sex thing?

[fourbutts]

[ Janis pulls a face. ]

I don't think anyone is doing any sex things to the Wizard, or this wouldn't be happening. Nobody gets laid and then decides to run a murder game.

[brokeforgood]

Maybe he had a real bad time?

[fourbutts]

The Wizard's tragic backstory revealed.

[brokeforgood]

So we just need to find the Wizard a hot date, and it’ll all be fine. [She gives the bench a pat, as if to invite her dead dad in on the joke.]

[fourbutts]

[ Janis nods. ]

But there's the wrinkle in it all: the man doesn't deserve a hot date.

Art Room

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob's been idly wandering the new rooms when he sees Janis painting. He can't help but smile as he sees this as he enters.]

Wow, I never knew you were an artist.

[... Honestly it's probably less because she hadn't told him and more because he's painfully unobservant.]

[fourbutts]

Have been since... well, not since I was born, but for a while!

[ She beams. ]

Who knows, maybe one day they'll let me make a cartoon.

[employeeoftheyear]

I would love to see a cartoon done by you. I think it would be hilarious!

[... Yeah that's a genuine smile. Just because he's sad doesn't mean he isn't still easily distracted.]

Maybe you an make it about us!

[fourbutts]

Maybe. All of us going to a regular school together or something. The current circumstances aren't exactly... cartoon-friendly.

[employeeoftheyear]

Y... yeah. But I would love to watch something about us being at a regular school! I know I'm too old for high school but I think I would be a cool teacher!

[He would not be a cool teacher.]

[fourbutts]

[ Janis chuckles. ]

Yeah, alright. What would you want to teach?

[ And to make this high school AU planning official, she takes a second to switch over to a sketchbook. ]

Investigation

[stagemanagers]

[Grief. The vibes here are primarily loss, an old wound whose pain has dulled to a persistent ache, a low background pain that has never really faded. You can try to move on, to keep going, to forget, but you never will.

Overlaid on top of all of that, there's the faintest vestiges of a distant acoustic guitar.

They were kids that I once knew.
They were kids that I once knew.]

[fourbutts]

[ Well that's a lot.

Question before she moves - is the voice clear enough to recognize, or is it more of a like. Feeling? ]

[stagemanagers]

[It's more of a feeling! This isn't really a real auditory experience, here.]

[fourbutts]

[ Figured, just making sure!

Anyway, she's not going too far in, but she's going to try walking some way into the woods next, seeing if there's any vibes to be found out here other than "oh god, the fake animals are looking at me." ]

[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?]

art room

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine really does not have her bearings today. She ends up wandering to the new area, and...sincerely not taking in anything. She smells paint, though. That's too strong to ignore. ]

...Art class? [ She peers in, still looking like a damn mess. ]

[fourbutts]

[ Janis waves, across the room and a little too wrapped up in her painting to notice the state of Peregrine just yet. ]

My ancestral home.

[comeandfindme]

[ Like she's moving through molasses, Peregrine trudges into the room proper. Instead of, you know, saying anything productive to continue the conversation, she just sits on a nearby stool. ]

[fourbutts]

[ Janis looks over, and uh. ]

Okay, so you're... not doing good.

[ She looks around for... a solution? Something?? ]

So we can talk about it if you want, that's option one, or... wanna see how fast I can paint Vin Diesel? I don't know why that came to me but it's what came to me.

[comeandfindme]

[ She doesn't even crack a smile. ]

Talking about it won't change anything.

Art Room

[sugarlumps]

[Wandering in on the tail end of that-]

...Wait, who's got explosive diarrhea now? Gross.

[fourbutts]

[ Janis snorts. ]

Oh my god, no, it's- the Wizard's like a Boomer, he's super out of touch.