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. ))

Comments

[mcfife]

Elle, grave some supplies from the office. I think we can manage this.

[He'll open the door, his hands shaking but his breath steady.] Can you walk? No, I'll carry you. [She can't be much heavier than Varian.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s listening to Angus’ offer, and gives Elle a quick look. Her stomach’s twisting, both in dismay, and from the alcohol.

So she just nods, reaching over and unclicking the seatbelt. She’s slow moving—- there’s going to be bruises later, and there are a few scrapes—- but overall, between the airbags and the seatbelt, she was kept fairly safe.]

I can walk. Just… whiplash. It’s fine.

[mcfife]

[Bruises, he can manage. He can't fuck it up, thankfully. Angus stands away from the door, holding out an arm for Farrah to grab onto.]

You must lie down until it gets better. Trust me, being thrown around a lot gets me woozy after a few minutes.

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah grumbles something about Elle and throwing, but takes his arm in one hand, and the gauze pad from Orpheus in the other. She holds it to her head—-]

I know Angus, I’m a cheer——- Ugh. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

[mcfife]

[His shoulders relax. It's the same old teasing Farrah from before.]

There should be something to fix that. And don't think about leaving the office alone.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus was practically on the other side of the school when he heard the honking and the crash, and in a rare showing of foresight stopped by the nurse's office to pick up a first aid kit on his way out. He runs out and, seeing the wreck, hesitates a moment before hurrying to Farrah's side of the car - there's not much he can do about a broken arm, after all. ]

Farrah! Spongebob! You're both - oh, gods. [ He takes a knee next to the car and starts to rifle through the kit, pulling out a set of gauze pads and reaching over to hand them to Farrah. ]

Can you hold these to your head for me? Don't dab at it, just hold it there, until we're sure the bleeding's stopped.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle nods and runs back to the school. Good thing she just took some of Hester's medicine!]