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

[barberic]

[As he watches her expression change, the hand on her shoulder grips her steadier, not painful, not sudden or aggressive, but firm, to keep her from running off.

The hand on her forehead moves to brush her hair back behind her ear.]

You're safe, Maya. It's alright. It's just a fever.

[mayavericks]

If it were a fever, then that would mean that I'm sick. [She shakes her head. A few times, even.]

The Wizard is a creature of lies. He's playing games, toying with us. That's all.

[barberic]

[Sure, he's sick and tired. We'll just go with her logic.]

Then it's a cruel trick, making us see things that aren't there, as well. Here, stand over here, I'll start sweeping up the pieces.

[mayavericks]

It's okay. [She puts a hand on his shoulder.]

Let me clean up. It's my mess.

[barberic]

...Then let me help. The work goes faster with two hands.

Besides, I have a shield against a little bit of ceramic.

[He says, lifting up his left hand slightly, where there's still a bandage wrapped (not-so-neatly, now, that he's slept in it a couple of days) around his hand.]

[mayavericks]

[Maya's eyes narrow at the disheveled bandages. They remain locked there, even as she nods her ascent to assist him.]

After, will you let me change your bandages?

[barberic]

[They're disheveled, but at least they're not dirty. At least, not filthy. Being right-handed, and the fact that it hurts to use it, makes it easier to avoid getting it wet.]

...If that will please you, then yes.

[I can't say no to you.]

[mayavericks]

Good. Thank you.

[She heads to fetch a pair of brooms, then. She's back quickly enough, and hands one over to Benjamin.]