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]

[The Wizard really does take objects familiar to them, doesn't he? First Red's cape, now Benjamin's landlady's pies, what else?]

I doubt he would use the same meat as the one she uses. Whatever he's got here, it's good. [He recalls the taste of the pie from long ago. Not the best he's eaten, but it was serviceable.] At least I don't recall getting sick back then.

[barberic]

...Well, I certainly hope you're right. [He has to concede that much, or else be put into a position where he might have to explain.]

But still, for the children's sake, I don't want to risk it. We haven't found any cats in that machine, yet, and I'm starting to worry that's by design.

[mcfife]

[...............Did Angus eat a cat?

He's not going to think about it and go downstairs for some decent food!]

....I thank you for your warning. I shall...get something to drink.

[barberic]

[Benjamin nods, a part of him relaxing.

He should be a little ashamed at being able to so easily lie about this, he thinks, but telling the truth would require a level of honesty he doesn't want to confront about himself yet. And besides that, it would no doubt cause even more distress.]

I'll be down shortly, to hang this on the machine. Just as soon as I find some glue, or something to hang it with.

[mcfife]

[Small detour: Angus wanders to the drawers and pulls each one open. Eventually, he finds some thick string.]

Nails and hammers are downstairs. [...] I will be back.

[Ohhhh that really sucks. There goes Angus' appetite, replaced by a need for several glasses of water. At least he can lie on the cafeteria tables and imagine all the better food he's eating so far.]