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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MOTIVE: One More Spoon of Cough Syrup Now [cw: hallucinations, discussion of sickness]

[tailor_made]

[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.]

[mcfife]

Wait!

[Angus blinks, his forehead getting a bit warm, but shakes it off.]

What are you doing? [He runs after here, but alas, is too late to catch her. She is gone, and her presence has been replaced by...medicine?]

...I don't like the looks of this.

[employeeoftheyear]

["It's not worth killing people for maybes" has been Spongebob's motto from day 1. All these motives have just been the threat of something bad will happen, that there's no proof that anything will happen.

But when he starts feeling achy and tired out of nowhere, he feels a looming sense of horror. Maybe this whole time the Wizard wasn't lying?

Oh god he can't think straight. He's just going to... lie down for a bit, looking at nothing.]

...I thought you guys were dead. I'm glad you really do love me.

[He's fine.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's...marginally more energized than Sunday. She's been going back and forth between avoiding people deliberately and sitting outside, not really engaging with much. Usually she tries not to show up at the cafeteria on Tuesdays early, as some kind of show of defiance.

Today, she figures what's the point. She tries to go talk to Hester before the singing starts, but then she feels...almost dizzy? Warm. Far too warm. ]

What...?

[ Hester keeps singing but Peregrine finds it hard to focus on it. There's...whispers. She puts a hand to her head, and when Hester starts to leave, Peregrine tries to follow—

But almost immediately she finds herself winded. Finds herself catching herself on a nearby table. Breathing heavily. ]

What...the fuck?

[sugarlumps]

...well that's lumping dumb, what does that even mean.

[And. Slowly, with the grace of a sinking ocean liner, LSP slides down into a sitting position with her back to the wall. There is no apparent change in expression.]

[whatyouwant]

Do we have an inventory of the nurse's office? I have a feeling we're going to need it.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine nods, but that makes her head feel weird. ]

I- ...I forgot...to take it this week, but— there's a skeleton of one.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle reaches out to put a hand on Peregrine's back.]

You should sit down.

[comeandfindme]

No, I— I just gotta shake it off.

[barberic]

[Jokes on you, Hester, Benjamin's been feeling like shit for weeks!

Still, somehow about halfway through her song, it becomes hard to focus on what she's trying to get across. But before he can muster up the words to try and stop her, a familiar smell catches his nose. He sniffs the air, and then smiles, tears brimming in his eyes.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Hester, wait.

[But she's already slipping through the crowd, weaving towards the exit. Cass gives chase, but through the crowd , she stays just one step ahead of Cassandra.]

Hold on, I- [She reaches the doors, and.] And she's gone.

[Wonderful time to have to grab the doorway for purchase. That floor is trying to rush her.]