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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Kitchen, because you know why

[barberic]

[After his nap in the library, Benjamin feels more lucid than before, but still like he was hit by a runaway carriage. He's after a glass of milk to try and get his strength up, but what he finds when he enters the kitchen is Elle, looking a dozen times worse than he feels.]

...Miss Elle? Are you alright?

[whatyouwant]

[It takes Elle a moment too long to register that Benji is there and speaking to her.]

Oh! Mr. Ben. Hi. [She turns her head to look at him and give a weak smile.]

I was trying to get soup, but...[She isn't really sure why she stopped. Oh! Right!]...couldn't find the right bowl.

[barberic]

[He reaches out and touches her shoulder comfortingly as he comes up next to her. It's hard to tell how feverish she is, with how feverish he is, but by god he'll do his level best for her.]

I think maybe a bigger one? Let's try that.

[Using his marginally superior height he will grab her a bigger bowl.]

[whatyouwant]

Right. Probably a good idea.

[She looks at the bowl and then the can in her hand. It's not a pull top, so she's going to need a can opener.

She opens the drawer right beneath her. Knives.]

Fuck.

[barberic]

[He tries very hard not to snort at that.]

Why don't you wait in the cafeteria, and I'll bring you some soup in a minute. I'm no chef, but I think I can manage that.

[whatyouwant]

Are you sure? You're sick too.

[She's still mostly pressed against the counter and cabinet, but she does reach out to put a hand on Benji's arm.]

[barberic]

[His arm is hot to the touch, but hers is hotter. When she puts her hand on his arm, he takes it, threads it into his elbow like a gentleman.

For a minute, he smells Lucy's perfume.]

I've survived worse.

[If she lets him, he'll walk her to a chair.]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle trusts Ben, and she's tired, so she goes with him and sits where directed. She lays her head on the cool table, turned so she can still see him.]

The Wizard is a dick.

[barberic]

[When she sits down, he smooths a hand comfortingly over her back, with an amused quirk of his lips.]

That he is.

Wait right here, I'll be back before you know it.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle smiles and gives a weak thumbs up. She doesn't move a muscle while Benji is gone making the food, just slumps there staring off into the middle distance.

When Benji reappears she perks up, sitting up as best she can.]

Aw, man! Soup! [Somehow she manages to sound tired and excited at the same time.]