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]

[Feeling extra motivated after the meeting on Sunday, Farrah's hit the football field on Monday morning.

She's wearing something she found with Varian's things-- you know, she should probably question why he had a cheerleading uniform, but the thing she's more hung up on is that they were the same size. Whatever. Things to dwell about later. She's got the Gershwin Groundhogs uniform on, and can be found out there on the field, rah-rah-rahing to her heart's content.]

It's the best we'll get
Take a chance and make it through here
Get in the clear
Get in the clear
And say that life's not fair
Oh I've so been there
So get in gear
Shut up and cheer!

[After that, she, Soup, and Ruddiger can all be found on the floor of the cafeteria, where she's taking turns feeding them, and herself, a giant bowl of celery. She's got one of the bulk jars of peanut butter, too. She's invincible.]

[barberic]

[Benjamin tried not to worry when he couldn't find her. But when he steps outside and hears her faintly, in the stillness of the air (the weather is unnerving, heavy and still, like the sky could crack open at any minute), he's nonetheless relieved when he looks down over the football field to see her just enjoying herself.

As he gets closer, trying to sneak into the bleachers without distracting her, he realizes that what she's doing is what she called 'cheer.'

So cheer he does, when she finishes and strikes her pose, standing up and applauding as loud as he can, with an energetic "WHOO!"]

groundhogs

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Off to the side of the field, Farrah's accumulated a small audience. One woman; human. Another woman; a horse. And an owl. A neat little trio, originally out here for the sake of a mid-morning ride and some fresh air.

Instead, they're watching Farrah cheer her little heart out and - well, it's infectious, okay?]

Yeah! [A round of applause as it comes to an end.] Woo! Bring that optimism!

[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]

[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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[brokeforgood]

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

[stagemanagers]

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

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah... doesn't like that.

She can think of only a few of them that wear nail polish. And if someone this desperate hadn't been able to, Farrah might not be able to either. But she tries anyway.

She tries to get under the rock.]

[stagemanagers]

[Unfortunately, it's a heavy rock. Probably part of why whoever had tried before couldn't get any farther than they did. But as Farrah digs she'll probably notice the upturned dirt doesn't seem...fresh, for lack of a better word? The pulled up grass has already wilted and dried up, like it was uprooted at least a few days ago.

But more importantly it'll take more than one person to move the rock.]

[brokeforgood]

[Yeah, that... checks out a lot, with her theory.

And Farrah? Farrah hates that she's become a girl with a theory. Fuck that. Still--- she's gonna haul ass back to the school, dirty cheer uniform and all, to find help.]

Hey! Hey-- I need your help!

[mcfife]

[Hey, a distraction! If Farrah needs help, Angus must offer his aid.]

Farrah? Is everything alright? [He runs out of the teacher's lounge with the Gloryhammer in hand.]

[barberic]

[Dad's alarms start going off at the sound of one of his girls calling for help, and so he is here as well.]

Where have you been? You aren't hurt, are you?

[With concern, as he takes in how dirty she is.]

[brokeforgood]

Oh, good-- you two, perfect. [She breathes a tiny sigh of relief, but she's unsure if she should shake her head at Angus' question to tell him everything's alright, or no at Benji's question, to tell him she's not hurt. So she just kindof. Bobbles her head around.]

I'm okay! I need help-- come on! [And she's zipping right out of there, back to the rock by the football field, before anyone can stop her.]

[mcfife]

[Angus spares a brief glance at Benjamin and runs off after her. He's not as fast as Farrah, considering that he's also carrying a heavy weapon, but if she's running towards the field, he's not going to lose sight of her.]

[barberic]

[Benjamin's bigger and less toned than Angus, but he's not carrying a fucking huge hammer, so he can at least keep pace with the prince.

When they get down there he doubles over, hands on his knees, panting.]

What- the rock?

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. Look-- someone was trying to get under there. That wasn't me. [Farrah's fine, what's up, dudes?]

Maya and I found the creepy mannequin in there a few weeks ago. Then... after that, this rock showed up, and I found H out here, the night--- [She sucks in a breath of air.] The night of... the storm. She was out here in the rain. Just like, ugly crying. Really hard.

[mcfife]

[Angus squats by the rock and rungs his hands over the dirt. Someone was digging here. Something important is buried.]

Did she say what happened?

[The next course of action is clear - move that rock and find out what's the big deal about this particular patch of dirty. He gestures at Mr. Barker and stands:] Farrah - [He hands the Gloryhammer over to her.]

[barberic]

[Benjamin sucks in a breath and lets it out heavily as he straightens back up with a decisive nod.]

Right.

[He goes to the other side of the boulder, stretching and flexing his arms a little before he squats down and digs his hands in to get a grip under the rock.]

[brokeforgood]

No. She couldn't-- [Farrah swallows, feeling guilty, now, for the way she had exploded on Hester at prom.] -- She couldn't remember.

[But there's no time to feel guilty, right now. Angus hands her his hammer-- holy shit. She has to rebalance herself, to hold the mighty thing.

There's a great desire for her to cause chaos with it. But. She focuses on the task at hand.]

[mcfife]

[What is Hester? Everything is a mystery, but Angus hasn't been as close to her as the girls have. Regardless, he hooks his hands under one end of the stone and gets into position.]

One three, Mr. Barker. One...two...

Three! [And lifts!]

Mods like to jump back in?

[barberic]

[Benjamin sucks in a breath on three, and grunts as he puts his strength into lifting the stone as well.]

[stagemanagers]

[The stone is heavy as all hell but between two grown ass men and their emotional support cheerleader, they succeed in moving it off the disturbed pile of earth Farrah found a few weeks ago. The roses seem disinterested in their impressive act of strength.]