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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Concession Stand

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa hadn't been meaning to pass the vending machine. She'd been passing through the cafeteria on her way to the kitchen, intending to scrounge up some soup to fight off the cold stuffing up her nose and head. She noticed a figure at the strange machine, but through the haze of her sickness, didn't really register who it was until she heard the piercing scream.

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?!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

It burns! I can't put it out!

[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.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa's been sick all week. She thought she was seeing things, but everything's just hazy for her. So when Cass grips her hand, screaming and swatting at nothing, Elsa... well. It's wrong to say she doesn't panic, because she does - she panics at seeing Cass so terrified, but she wastes no time in reaching out, taking her new girlfriend's scarred hand between both of her own.

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!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cass is lost in a panic, flailing and trying to stop the all-consuming flames from eating her alive, to no avail. Miraculously, she doesn't accidentally slap Elsa in the face, and instead her hand finds solace in Elsa's.

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.]