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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[employeeoftheyear]

[The gesture continues to calm him as he hiccups quietly.]

Yeah, I'm so happy that I met you all. You've been a great family and I love you guys more than the entire ocean.

'M sorry for forgetting that.

[defyingfrigidity]

More than the whole ocean? That's a truly awe-inspiring amount of love.

[Elsa tries to laugh, but the sound just sort of... fades, as she mulls over his words, and her own thoughts.]

You don't need to apologize for forgetting that. Sometimes... sometimes, the poisonous voice in your head just screams louder and harsher than any of your own thoughts. It makes you believe that what it wants is what you want.

[There's a pause.]

... I've had those thoughts too. For most of my life.

[employeeoftheyear]

But... but you're so strong, Elsa. I... I woulda never though someone like you would...

[Oh god his head hurts so much it's hard to think. He's just going to put his head in his hands for a bit.

cw: suicide talk, past suicidal ideation, past self-harm

[defyingfrigidity]

When I was growing up, from the time I was eight until I was twenty-one, I believed I was a monster.

[It's difficult to talk about. Even though she feels like a completely different person from three years ago, in the best possible way... it's tough, remembering that.]

For all that time, I thought I was only a burden on my family. That everything I did, my very presence, caused them problems. I thought, many times, that if I didn't exist, or if wasn't there... that they'd be happier. I thought if I got rid of the monster, than all their problems would go away, and my sister could live the life she deserved.

[Elsa's hands fist tightly into her skirt, and for the first time in three years, she wished she had her gloves. That way, she wouldn't have to see the long since faded lines on her hands that she knows are still there.]

I didn't think I deserved to keep on living.