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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Art Room

[mcfife]

...Did something happen?

[Looking at the skull, looking at the sign. He had one before, and it was fine, but that was weeks ago...]

[barberic]

[Benjamin is focused on adding the red crosses over the eyes, and guilt and anxiety are the two biggest emotions on his mind right now. The frantic, nauseating kind of guilt that gnaws at you.

When he hears Angus' voice, he hears hers too, something like Scot, get it while it's hot, as if she's whispering it in his ear, and he jerks, shakes her off like a fly.

He sucks in a sharp breath and puts on a smile.]

Good morning, Your Highness. No, nothing's happened, but I remembered something that finally helped me put my finger on why they always smelled so familiar. I think it's my landlady's recipe, but if it is I wouldn't trust 'em knowing where she gets her meat from.

[mcfife]

[The Wizard really does take objects familiar to them, doesn't he? First Red's cape, now Benjamin's landlady's pies, what else?]

I doubt he would use the same meat as the one she uses. Whatever he's got here, it's good. [He recalls the taste of the pie from long ago. Not the best he's eaten, but it was serviceable.] At least I don't recall getting sick back then.

[barberic]

...Well, I certainly hope you're right. [He has to concede that much, or else be put into a position where he might have to explain.]

But still, for the children's sake, I don't want to risk it. We haven't found any cats in that machine, yet, and I'm starting to worry that's by design.

[mcfife]

[...............Did Angus eat a cat?

He's not going to think about it and go downstairs for some decent food!]

....I thank you for your warning. I shall...get something to drink.

[barberic]

[Benjamin nods, a part of him relaxing.

He should be a little ashamed at being able to so easily lie about this, he thinks, but telling the truth would require a level of honesty he doesn't want to confront about himself yet. And besides that, it would no doubt cause even more distress.]

I'll be down shortly, to hang this on the machine. Just as soon as I find some glue, or something to hang it with.

[mcfife]

[Small detour: Angus wanders to the drawers and pulls each one open. Eventually, he finds some thick string.]

Nails and hammers are downstairs. [...] I will be back.

[Ohhhh that really sucks. There goes Angus' appetite, replaced by a need for several glasses of water. At least he can lie on the cafeteria tables and imagine all the better food he's eating so far.]