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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[whatyouwant]

[Elle comes in with a bowl of soup.]

Room service! [Bruiser darts in the room before the door closes and hops up on the bed next to Farrah.]

[brokeforgood]

Oh. Hey, Elle.

[Farrah glances up at Elle, but—- no offense, Elle, the real smile here is for Bruiser, who she’s willing to wriggle out of the blankets to pet.]

Hi, buddy. I heard you helped everyone find me, today. [She still hasn’t decided if it’s a good thing or not, but she’ll give Bruiser a good ear rub as a reward.]

[whatyouwant]

[Bruiser is the real star here, Elle gets it. There have been many days she was more excited to see him than another human.

Bruiser is loving the pets, but also won't stop trying to lick her fingers. Ruddiger told him about what happened, he was very worried about you!]

How does chicken noodle soup sound? [She places the tray carrying the bowl and spoon on Farrah's lap.]

[brokeforgood]

I’ll take it. [Not her favorite, but hey. She’s sick. They’re all sick. She might as well eat it. And she’s grateful that Elle brought her something, since she’s been grounded to the dorm.

She wags her fingers at Bruiser, letting him lick them, until she’s ready to eat— then that’s enough of that, sir. ]

Thanks, Elle.

[whatyouwant]

No problem. [It gives her something to focus on that isn't her own misery.

Bruiser stops licking, but does put his head on her lap, staring up at her plaintively.]

This is a stupid question, but how are you feeling?

[brokeforgood]

Like shit. [She fishes a piece of chicken out of the soup with her bare fingers, which is super gross, considering she was just letting the dog lick them, but is also like. Textbook Farrah.

Then she tries to sneak the chicken to Bruiser.]

Last time I hit my head, I didn’t also have a hangover. And whatever the fuck the Wizard has going on this week.

[whatyouwant]

The perfect storm of shit.

[Elle sees the sneaky treat, but doesn't say anything. Bruiser gives it a quick sniff before taking the treat and scarfing it down.]

I'm glad you're okay.