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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[barberic]

[He doesn't expect her to crawl into his lap again, but he welcomes her, burying his face in her hair. Holding her, she can feel the way he's trembling, trying to stay strong as she presses herself against him, so little and lost, burning hot from her fever and the blankets.

He rocks back and forth once, to settle her in better, smoothing her hair where the blanket hood has caused it to frizz out of her braids. He presses a gentle kiss to the bandage on her forehead.]

Lost in the darkness,
Silence surrounds you.
Once there was morning,
Now endless night.

I will find the answer.
I'll never desert you-
I promise you this-
Till the day that I... [His singing softens, cuts out.] ...die.

[brokeforgood]

[She snuggles up to him, allowing herself to feel safe once more. She lets herself trust again, listening to his song, and his heartbeat.

She feels dizzy and hazy as she looks up at him, and squints when he finishes the song so abruptly.]

…Dad?

[barberic]

[It's less that it's abrupt and more that his voice leaves him, goes hoarse around the lump of tears in his throat.

That same knot that grows, when she calls him that. He'd almost thought he'd imagined it, when she said it the first time.

The way he'd imagined Johanna, little and sweet cooing 'Dada! Uppy!' the day before.]

...Yes, love?

[brokeforgood]

I’m sorry. [She hadn’t wanted to say it before, because she hadn’t entirely meant it. But she is. Not necessarily that she tried, but]

I’m sorry I almost made you feel like that again.

[barberic]

Oh, shhh... shh shh shh...

[One hand brushes the frizz of her hair back off of her face, smoothing down the wavy locks. The other rubs her arm gently, as he reassures her.]

I don't need you to apologize. You already promised not to let it get that bad again, that's all I need.

I'm just glad you weren't hurt badly.

cw: suicide attempt

[brokeforgood]

[She hugs him as tightly and as fiercely as she can, trying not to think about how stupid she was. Trying not to think about how awful it would have been for him, if she’d have succeeded—- how awful it must have been for her to even try.]

Because of Spongebob. He put the seatbelt on me.

I tried to get a cartoon character to help me die, and he probably saved my life instead.

cw: suicidal mention

[barberic]

Then I'm glad that he did. And I'm glad that you chose him to help you.

[He thinks about, but doesn't mention, the SQUIP and Connor. How the SQUIP had seen a way out, in the poor boy's pain, and tried to take advantage of it. If Farrah had found someone else last night, someone who had been waiting for an opportunity to present itself, there might have been no chance of saving her at all.

When he thinks about that, his arms remember the weight of Lucy's body, her blood soaking into his shirt as he cradled her to his chest.

He sucks in a deep breath when Farrah hugs him tighter, then rests his cheek on her head, breathing in the smell of her and reminding himself that she's alive. She's safe.

He's not alone.]

...Do you know what I thought, when I stepped out in front of you?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s also trying to remind herself that she’s alive. When she’s very quiet, she can hear her heartbeat thrumming in her ears—- and with her head so close to him like this, she can also hear his.

She chews on her lip when he asks the next question.]

No. What?

[barberic]

...I thought.

[His voice is a low, soft rumble, one that comes as much from his chest as it does from his mouth.]

'Please, God, take me instead. Let me save them. Let me do something right.'

[He takes a slow, deep breath.]

[brokeforgood]

[She stays there, still for a few moments, just listening, her eyes closed. It’s almost like she’s asleep, and then she speaks.]

And I thought—- Holy Shit, Spongebob, we’re gonna kill my dad.

And I wasn’t hallucinating.

[barberic]

...It wasn't my best idea.

[He'll concede that much.]

You should finish eating. You'll feel better.

[Not in a couple hours she won't.]