Week 7

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, on It's Curtains...boy, that sure was a year-long week, huh?

But despite it all, you've gotten through it with less death than there might have been. Spongebob and Farrah both survived their ill-conceived plan; Maya, with the intervention of Janis and Hester, survived her triple murder. Since the failed execution, there has been no sign of the Wizard or of Hester. It seems like you may have gotten away with that cleanly!

When you wake up on Sunday, you remember everything. All the gaps, the missing pieces, entire chunks of time from back home - they're back and neatly fitted where they should be in your heads. Elle, Orpheus, and Eurydice have also been given graves alongside the others in the garden. These ones were filled in for you; after all, you were all pretty occupied over the weekend.

Other than that...it seems like some unusual posters have been put up around the school. Sounds like something's going to happen this week. You'd better prepare.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday

(( As per usual, endgame will ICly take place on Wednesday, so get those last threads in! As this is the last week, all characters should be at their true canonpoint memory-wise. Feel free to continue submitting regains and...well, you can certainly try to visit Hester. No AC this week, but be sure to check in for endgame! ))

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[brokeforgood]

[Farrah just kind of follows Benji around like a lost puppy, most of the time now. It’s what enables her to be rooting through his pile of prizes, trying to steal all the bobby pins, and cooing at the brand new Milky White plushie—- when something white and orange catches her eye.

She wants to tease him about it. But when she sees the orange and white, the tiger emblem—— her heart seizes in fear for a few moments. She drops all the bobby pins.]

Holy shit, Dad—-

vending machine...2!

[mcfife]

[Hello lizard friend, Angus is going to scoop you up and feed you apples and bring you to your new home filled with friends. A school is no place for a mighty reptile.


And then a fuck ton of trombones fall out of nowhere and engulf Peregrine in a brass prison.]

Hey! Peregrine! Answer me! [PLEASE NOT ANOTHER BODY, NOT SO SOON.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Good thing that he agreed; Spongebob noticeably brightens when he does.]

That’s great! With the two of us together, we can knock these flowers out in no time!

[He knows what it feels like, after all, to feel like you’re suffering alone. And the last thing he wants is for other people to be in the deep hole he was in last week.

Spongebob gently grabs Angus’s hand and leads him into the garden.]

So what are all these flowers for, anyway?

[employeeoftheyear]

I-I know. I miss my friends from home too, I just...

[He places Gary on his lap and pulls Angus into a hug with his good arm.]

I don’t wanna pick between my two families.

[barberic]

[In the silence after she settles in next to him, he'd started practicing again, his callused fingers on the ribbed strings creating a soft sound even without strumming.]

Do you? [He smiles.] I'm sure I can change your mind on that.

[mcfife]

[They are stored in his backpack; he's ruined all of his gloves for this. When Peregrine returns, Angus holds a flower crown made from wildflowers from the woods - fireweed, bloodroot, daffodils, whichever reminded him of the wilds.]

For tomorrow.

[employeeoftheyear]

Me too, she’s also our family, after all, even if she is related to the Wizard.

[His face pales slightly, as he huddles himself in the coat Eurydice gave him.]

Tartar Sauce, what if the Wizard wanted to punish her for what she did.

[mcfife]

"Taken down"?

[Is that a poetic way of saying you have slain your evil father?]

[barberic]

[He laughs, and tugs her closer to him, so her back is to him, then uses his fingers to comb her hair back from the temples.]

Barber. That's the word.

[He hums, enjoying the feel of her hair, still wavy from her braids, running through his fingers.]

Your hair is quite lovely.

[stagemanagers]

[Ah yes, the football field. Remember that "body" you and Maya dug up, Farrah? Good times, good times.

A question: how close are you to that spot?]

[brokeforgood]

[well she definitely drifted past it, you time traveling fuckers]

[barberic]

'Become Ungovernable?'

[He chuckles.]

That sounds about right.

We could leave their names. Maybe... [His levity flags, and falls.] Miss Hester's, too.

[stagemanagers]

[Wonderful, you beautiful boundary-pushing moth.

At the base of the rock, even at just a glance, it looks like someone has ripped up some of the grass and dirt.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[He parts the hug, seeming not convinced.]

E-even after last Wednesday? And after I yelled at you?

[barberic]

...

[Yeah. That's about what he expected.]

He thought the world of all of you. It would make him happy to see you still practicing.

[mcfife]

...Even though.

[They were both grieving, in their own ways. It's difficult to move on when they're forced to discuss what happened under the threat of death.]

...Please don't believe that I would want you dead again.

[mcfife]

It's a personal project. [Hyacinths. He stops at their bed to pick a few.] If we are to unite as one, we need a symbol of sorts. Why not make those flower chains for everyone?

[brokeforgood]

[Yeah, that's definitely weird. Weird enough to risk getting dirt on the cheer uniform, even.

She crouches down in the dirt, to take a better look-- to try and gauge if maybe an animal did this, or maybe a person? Were they trying to get to something?]

[mcfife]

[Janis is alright. She's brave. She loves her friends. She has narrator magic. But she's also not heartbroken. It's selfish, he thinks, to be upset that she has her girlfriend while he lost his, but it stings whenever he sees Maya.

Like Varian, he wants to run around in a daze in the courtyard, not knowing where to go with Elle dead. What is he supposed to do now?]

Could you do it with your powers? [Let's pocket that ring. He doesn't want to imagine it on Elle's finger.] Is fate something a narrator can reverse?

[barberic]

[Benjamin gets up, setting down the guitar on the edge of the pond as gently as he can, and passes the empty basket to Angus.]

What are you doing?

[stagemanagers]

[The ground is soft enough that it's easy to tell the marks in the dirt are human finger-sized/shaped. It looks like whoever it was way trying to get under the rock, though unsuccessfully.

It's also worth noting there are flecks of something yellow in the dirt and on the rock.]

[barberic]

[He had recognized it by the logo, as well. Purposefully set it aside, underneath the green puppet (that he's gotten three of, at least, by now).

But nonetheless, he turns to see it in her hands. It's too big for her, he doesn't want to entertain the notion that it's the right size for him.]

We can get rid of it. If you want-

[He can only imagine the reminder is painful.]

[barberic]

She told me she had nothing to fear from him. When I asked her to find a way to let me know, if she thought she was in danger.

[He sits down at the table, then looks over at Spongebob and pats the seat next to him.]

...I never believed her, when she said that, but what could we do?

[brokeforgood]

[Looking closely, can she tell what the hell the yellow is?]

[stagemanagers]

[It looks like it's flakes of nail polish.]