Farrah in the Bathroom, Farrah in the Bathroom Holding a MEETING

[brokeforgood]

[Salieri’s dead. Peregrine’s doing whatever the fuck she’s doing right now. Guess this calls for... A MEETING. RIP to the carefully constructed spreadsheets and formatting of the old meetings, until an adult comes and wrangles this meeting from Farrah.

Anyway, after the motive on Tuesday, Farrah’s slipping notes to people.

Girl’s Bathroom.
4PM. Be there or be SQUARE.

She’s even drawn a bunch of squares. If you ask her what’s going on, she’ll just point at her eyes, and then point back at your eyes, and dart away. It’s super weird. At least someone got the hyperactivity side effect of this illness.

Anyway. If you follow the instructions, Farrah’s here in the bathroom. Farrah’s even set up her own list of scheduled topics on the wall.

1. Riley Hauntings
2. Dead Dads
3. Can I have your cough syrup?
4. DID WE ALL EAT POISON PIES?


Well. Hopefully someone here is well enough to actually hold a real meeting. She’s clearly not taking this seriously.]

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Cw: substance abuse

[brokeforgood]

[Yeah, speaking of cold medicine, Farrah’s drinking a bottle of it when everyone shows up.]

Alright, we got maybe thirty minutes til this hits, let’s go.

[barberic]

[Benjamin, who did not bother to pick up one of the bottles, and therefore does not know that this cough syrup is not... Well, this, looks horrified at how much of it she's drinking.]

My God, what are you doing? You're going to kill yourself.

Cw: suicide joke

[brokeforgood]

If we’re lucky. [... there’s a brief pause, and then she realizes what she said, and who she’s talking to, and immediately backtracks]

I didn’t mean that. That was— a shitty joke.

[barberic]

[He tenses the instant she says that, which is probably what helps her realize, his breath hitching sharply and eyes going wide.

The anger of his low, gravelly tone is offset by the hurt that brims in his wet blue eyes, and that's probably the only reason he doesn't appear furious or cold.]

Give me the bottle, Farrah.

[He holds out his hand.]

[1/2]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah should stop. She should continue to apologize. She should hand him the bottle.]

[2/2]

[brokeforgood]

[She goes back to drinking the cough syrup.]

[employeeoftheyear]

I didn't know that's how you're supposed to take medicine.

[Should he be downing it like that too?]

[howtheworldwas]

It's not.

[employeeoftheyear]

But Eurydiceeeeeee...

[With his suds he sounds positively miserable as he whines.]

[howtheworldwas]

You have to take a little bit at a time. Otherwise you'll just wind up feeling worse.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus, sitting on the floor nearby with his own bottle of cough syrup, has spent the past several minutes trying very hard to read the tiny text on the label with his vision swimming like it is, and glances up at Farrah before shrugging and uncapping it, taking a deep pull from it. She probably knows what she's doing, right? ]

So what are we going to do now? I don't think anyone is going to kill anyone over this? But it's, um, kind of miserable.

[mcfife]

He's weakening us. He's afraid of us, so he uses the next best tool in his armory.

Spells of illusion.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob sneezes loudly, soap bubbles streaming out of his mouth.]

These are some very realistic illusions, Angus.

[sugarlumps]

Ugh. Stupid gnomes.

[whatyouwant]

I thought illusions just made things look different.

[Elle blows her nose loudly into some toilet paper she stole from a stall.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob probably had to be dragged here but his case of the suds is a little less severe than it was earlier.

He does not mention the visions.

While he spends a good chunk of the meeting just huddling under a blanket next to Farrah, but he does remember something he saw earlier this week.]

I think whoever wrote those messages we keep seeing still has some hope.

[mcfife]

Or they may actually be in danger.

[He has his stack of etchings from the weed rooms, and they are why keeping him grounded at the moment.]

These were carved in invisible runes on the wall of the dungeons. They're begging to be saved, and if our ghosts didn't write them, if Nana didn't write them, who did? Hester?

[employeeoftheyear]

Or maybe someone we don't know yet.

But when I was in the costume room the other day I saw another etching that said "Never give up"! Maybe they were trying to keep that hope alive.

[mcfife]

They may have written that one first, or it could be someone else.

...They are too different in tone. Something isn't right.

[fourbutts]

... Or whoever he took over this place from.

[ Hey guys, Janis made it! ]

... Anyway, the Wizard said the show was his now. Maybe it's who he took it from. Hell, maybe Hester's the one he took it from.

[mcfife]

And yet she's never mentioned it. Either her story of how the she met The Wizard is a lie, or he has altered her memory to such and extreme.

[He sits down and closes his eyes. Now's not a good time to look at things.]

[sugarlumps]

Don't start the party without me-e-e-e-

[It's a bit after four when LSP drags herself in, cocooned in a blanket and lugging a massive bindle of bottles from the vending machines.]

I brought drinks, where's- where's the dance floor.

[Yeah she's just kind of sitting by the closest available wall.]

[brokeforgood]

Anywhere. We aren’t next to urinals this time.

[sugarlumps]

Wooo, turning it up-!

[The weakest of fist-pumps. She's still not moving.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Cassandra's only doing so much better. She's leaning against the nearest wall in what looks like a casual way at a glance, but she's really trying to stop herself from sliding down it.]

No... no dancing. I'm not up for it right now.