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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[comeandfindme]

Okay. But, like... Why that clearing?

[fourbutts]

[ Janis shrugs. ]

Felt to us like a safe place to put her, I guess.

[comeandfindme]

[ She quietly remembers being out of her mind delirious with fever and hallucinations.

Oh. ]

...Heh. Guess so. [ She takes another drag, to hide her fond smile. ]

[fourbutts]

[ Janis takes another drag, too, coughing once. ]

You wanna, like... lie down? Take a load off?

[comeandfindme]

Mmmm... [ That's a yes, as she exhales smoke and lays herself down. ] This, this was...a very good idea, Janis.

[fourbutts]

[ Lays herself down next to her. ]

I don't think any court on any Earth would convict us.

[comeandfindme]

It's not legal back in Minnesota. Chicago either, right?

[fourbutts]

Not yet. Fingers crossed, though.

[comeandfindme]

Like no hope where I'm from. ...Wish there was, though. It's nice like this. Relaxing, after...

[fourbutts]

... after things go to crap. Yeah.

[ She stretches, settling in next to Peregrine. ]

Hell of a week.

[comeandfindme]

Sure was.

[ ... ]

Thank you. For...saving her. And standing with her.

[fourbutts]

Yeah, well... when it came down to it, I couldn't think of doing anything else.

[ She will, gracefully, not mention Peregrine in return. But nothing is antagonistic or accusatory about the statement when she makes it.

She snorts. ]

Easier to have someone's babies when they're alive, after all. I cannot believe that was going to be the last thing she said to me.

[comeandfindme]

[ Yeah, Peregrine's mouth twitches a little. Maybe a smile? She doesn't look at Janis either way. Just takes another drag, thinking about the last thing she would've said to Maya. ]

She always makes a statement.

[fourbutts]

God knows.

[ Janis exhales. ]

As much as I love our girlfriend, and I think by now I have proved that, the Maya discourse is a little strong for me right now. Let's talk about us instead?

[comeandfindme]

[ She thinks about Maya. About Howl. About…last Sunday— ]

No- yeah, that’s…also a good idea. You’re full of ‘em.

[fourbutts]

Uh... how was your memory? How's... things?

[ ah, the weed has arrived ]

[comeandfindme]

[ Hhh. ]

It... It was. ...Longer than any of the other ones I've, uh... It feels...final, somehow? Like that's everything.

[fourbutts]

Yeah, mine felt final, too. Wasn't too long, though. Except also it kind of was?

[comeandfindme]

Yeah? How's that work?

[fourbutts]

I got Act Two. But I remembered the curtain call, which... was a lot of time.

[comeandfindme]

...But. Curtain calls are usually like...five minutes, or something, right?

[fourbutts]

Right, but during curtain call the fourth wall is thinner and I sort of... know more stuff.

[ She frowns. ]

Like how fucking long I've been doing my show.

[comeandfindme]

[ ... ]

I mean. You're...a senior, right? So. It can't be that long.

[fourbutts]

Would you believe me if I told you that I have been seventeen for two years now?

[comeandfindme]

[ For a moment, Peregrine doesn’t say anything, just stares at the sky, laying on her back. It’s overcast, like the heavens might open up and pour rain all over them. ]

Wow. [ She lets out a low whistle. ] All we need is the thunder and the Muse and we’d find ourselves in the best scene of critically confusing darling of the late aughties Twilight.

[ The weed’s hitting. ]