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itscurtains2021-07-04 12:56 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-07-04 12:56 am
Week Six
[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. ))
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.]
(( 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. ))
CW: hallucinations, parental neglect in the first prompt
After that humongous mess of a morning, with Spongebob and Farrah squared away to receive the help they deserve, Cassandra finds the mental energy to go her own way. Firstly, to the storage upstairs. Because after much trial and error, her efforts have finally, finally borne fruit: she's figured out how to use the laundry machines.
She's busy loading in a basket of dirty clothes, her gaze turned downwards, screwing tightly. Her expression locked in a tight-lipped frown.]
I know! I'm... I'm working on it, okay? I'll get it right.
[She appears to be arguing with... nobody.
Later, it's a trek down to the concession stand to trade off her latest batch of coins. The results aren't wild, but sorting it all out gives her something to do with her hands.
She throws on that modified jacket. It fits surprisingly well; as she sees when she steps back to admire the patches along the arms... and she starts patting at her hand. Then the sleeve, up to the elbow, and then her shoulder.
And then Cass starts screaming.
Anyone who happens to be feeling particularly under the strain of this weeks motive might happen to see Cassandra's arm wreathed in unnatural blue flames she's desperately attempting to put out.]
Concession Stand
Elsa's panic lances through any fog in her brain, her senses lighting up with absolute clarity, and her feet are moving before she even fully registers what's going on, running towards her new girlfriend.]
Cass! What's wrong?!
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[She grips her arm rightly, hissing in pain as though she really is getting burned. Her scarred hand, the one Elsa has put so much work into, is awash in magical fire.
Or, maybe it isn't.]
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The fire Cass sees flares, but despite licking against Elsa's skin, leaves no burns. Her skin is as pale and soft as ever.]
It's okay, Cass! Here- just focus on me!
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She sees it, before her bare eyes. There's no burns, no withering. Elsa is pristine, like cool porcelain.]
E-elsa...
[The flames still trying to burn into her eyes start to... die down. Into sparks, and then embers along her arms.
To Elsa, Cassandra is shuddering and gasping for breath. Her hand shivering heavily in the woman's grip.]