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itscurtains2021-07-04 12:56 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-07-04 12:56 am
Week Six
[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. ))
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.]
(( 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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She's sitting at her kitchen table, Brett across from her. She's raw, broken, unable to do anything. She's saying whatever comes to mind, she's angry, she's sad, and Brett looks at her, shocked and hurt.
She's been through this before. She knows what she'll do. She'll push those closest to her into doing things they don't want to. She'll lash out, and she'll hurt them— ]
Janis—
[ "That's not what I mean." Say it. ]
You really think that?
[ "I'm sorry." Say it.
She hardens and turns away. ]
I knew talking about it wouldn't help. It never does.
[ And she leaves. She leaves Janis alone. ]
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"It never does."
She laughs. It's not a kind laugh. ]
Why did I think she'd be different?
But it's never, ever different.
[ Janis turns and puts her fist through the canvas. It doesn't help. It only earns her a splattering of paint across her knuckles. Her hand starts to shake, just a little, as some kind of emotion leaves her. ]
And I want my pink shirt.
[ Janis stays in the art room, crying, for a while. ]