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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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.]