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Week Six
[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. ))
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.]
(( 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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[He worries, faintly, if his words are falling on deaf ears but he has to try, at least a little.]
I'll stay with you if you need me to.
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It's just like Jacob. She saw him off and figured he'd be home, passed out on a Sunday in his room, exhausted from a night of heavy partying. But the next morning, his room was empty. No one knew where Jacob was, and Peregrine spent the next several days categorizing everything she knew about him. They had to find him, she knew—but in case they didn't. She forced herself to remember everything from the day before, in case it was the last day she'd ever see her brother.
So now, when she woke up and the metaphorical bedroom's been cold for more than a month, as she desperately claws at the scraps of that memory, faded from the crisp, crystal clarity of a yesterday's recollection. What did he say? Every word, every sigh. What did he do? Every little twitch, every step through the snow. Why can't she engrave it all? Why can't she even get to hold her last moments with him in her heart, forever?
She's stopped bothering to be quiet. Peregrine sobs into her pillow. She curls into a ball. ]
I can't...! [ She trembles under the blankets. ] I ca- can't do this...anymore...