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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ITS THE FINAL WEED THREAD (before endgame)

[comeandfindme]

[ There was no motive this morning. No sign of Hester. No sign of anything. There's ominous posters hanging around everywhere. Club tomorrow promises to be horrible. They're all some level of anxious, probably.

So. Sometime in the late afternoon, Peregrine strolls into the cafeteria with some pots and pans, like last time, and bangs them. ]

Hey! Hotboxing in the photo dungeons again. Be there.

[ Peregrine Wells has developed one whole coping mechanism that doesn't rely on taking her trauma, immersing herself in it, and screaming internally the whole time. Good for her!

Let's have some fun in the photo dungeons, friends. ]

[mcfife]

[Angus winces over his sandwich and salad. The salad is mostly for the six lizards beside, him. The last time he got high, he was tuned into a three-way conversation and was kind of mind-controlled. It's way too soon for this shit again.]

I'll pass. Someone has to cook for you. [And it gives him something to focus on instead.]

[brokeforgood]

And you can watch Soup!

So Peregrine doesn't make her into soup!

[employeeoftheyear]

But Angus, weed is so nice! It makes me feel so calm and not constantly panic about us all dying horribly! You should try it.

[defyingfrigidity]

[So the last time they all got high, Elsa... hadn't really minded it much. It was a sort of relaxation she's never felt before! They'd all just been happy for a while! But with a final confrontation with the Wizard looming before them, she doesn't want to risk not feeling all there when the time comes.

So instead of partaking like everyone else, Elsa spends the first portion of the night baking up a storm in the kitchen. Whoever decided to join Peregrine will notice the (now former) queen entering around the time the weed starts hitting them, with a fresh batch of lumpy yet perfectly edible chocolate chip cookies.]

I know several of you were saying how hungry you were getting through the night the last time we did this, so... I decided to come prepared.

[employeeoftheyear]

Elsa you’re the best big sister a sponge could ever hope for.

[He takes a cookie, scarfing it down, before he just

Starts cuddling up against Elsa.]

Thank you so much. I love you.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Cookies.

[Is all Cassandra's brain-to-speech detector picks up at first. Honestly, she... really wants a cookie, but she's also sitting there, looking at Elsa. Mostly Elsa. Her eyes sparkle.]

Elsa, you're a cookie.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine assumed since she'd smoked with Janis on Sunday her tolerance would be better. That's how these things work, right?

She was very wrong. She is once again, pretty slumped over against the wall of the photo dungeon. ]

Oh my god. Oh my god Elsa they're warm? We can just eat them?

[ She was very wrong. ]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Well the others have food covered so Spongebob is just going to spend his time at the weed party just Vibing.

He brought a warm blanket and several plushes this time, so he looks like a painfully cozy bundle.

For most of the night, he’s just busy being incredibly cuddly and quiet, but as the night goes on he eventually starts crying]

Y... you guys are just such a good family. I love you all and I wanna show you my town and... and my home... my work...

[He’s gonna just keep babbling like this.]

[comeandfindme]

[ The blankets are such a great idea! Peregrine is cozy in her cloak (and one of Janis’s jackets, underneath it) but the blankets look like a great idea. She’s about to say so when Spongebob starts to cry. ]

Wha- Spongebob, d- no no no no no, it’s okay, no no—

[ She does not know how to handle this and starts clumsily trying to push a cookie at him. ]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's brought her pompoms to the darkroom, and ever now and then, she'll get this giddy little smile and just rustle them at the nearest person.]

D-R-U-G-Z!

What does that spell?

[Or... maybe, she's a little less hyper. They're a pretty tightknit group now, and the only dudes left around are brother-figures or The Final Dad-- so she yanks out her ponytail holders, knowing that everyone loves to play with her hair high, and will insert herself into anyone's lap that's empty. Or anyone's not-empty lap, if it looks like she can fit.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob is 100% playing with Farrahs hair, and the Pom poms. They just so nice to run his fingers through.]

Drugzzzz...

[He makes a heavy emphasis on the z.]

I can’t believe my school warned me about them...

[comeandfindme]

[ Instead of answering her, Peregrine waits with rapt attention, for Farrah to explain what it spells. ]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Counts off the letters on her fingers...]

...What was the question?

[sugarlumps]

....Dragons. But like. Super bedazzled and junk.

[She's got this.]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[As the matter of food is well in hand, it falls to Cass, once again, to do the unthinkable... the indescribable... For the second time in her life - third? Maybe? Whatever - Cassandra is going to... indulge in some relaxation.

Honestly, she handles it much better than she did before. Managing to stay sitting upright and all. But partway through the afternoon, she just starts talking. To everyone.]

Hey - hey! I... I love you, you know? You're great. I'm... so not good at mushy-feely stuff, but I wanted to... say that. You know?

[mayavericks]

[Maya would have thought twice about getting high again, but since Angus isn't, and she would like to be wherever he is not, she's shown up. Juries out on whether or not that's a good thing because, regardless of whether Cassandra's actually talking to her, or Maya has just zoned in on her conversation with someone else, she's leaning over with misty eyes.]


You are so kind. I do not deserve you --

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's a little busy nuzzling against the soft deerskin leather of her cloak. Soft things feel so nice right now? ]

Cass- Cass. Cass... Thanks...for letting me ride your horse.

[sugarlumps]

I dunno, I think last time we did this I hugged Discord or something.

[There's no one left she secretly hates or anything- Maya might be kind of in a weird spot right now, but LSP knows hatred and that's the wrong word for it. But what if she hugs someone and it's so amazing it pushes them past good and back around into evil? That's a thing that might happen, right?]

[But later on, there she is showing up at the photo dungeons with an armful of packages from the concession stands.]

I brought snacks guys.

[And it's not long before she's sitting, back to the wall, looking intense and gesturing with an off-brand swiss roll.]

Guys. Guys guys guys guys guys. What if. What if we shared this junk with, like, the Wizard. And got him totally chilled out and junk. ...so then he really wouldn't see it when we totally murdalized him.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine, dryly: ]

The Wizard’s gonna have to get his own weed, I ain’t hotboxing his coward head.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's a moment where Cassandra looks characteristically intense, just as LSP offers her idea to the group. It's hard to tell at first, but... is she really considering it?]

But how would we get his gigantic head into this room? The door's too small.

during weed time

[mcfife]

[While everyone is getting high and relaxed before the epic battle (at least he hopes there will be one), Angus sits in the hallway outside the hotbox dungeons with Bruiser and six lizards with the Hammer of Glory by his side. Will something try to attack them? Probably not, but he's less stressed knowing that he's making sure they stay safe and don't to anything too stupid. Who knows what might happen on the happiest of nights?

But to pass the time, he has a few of Elle's law textbooks to look over. If he's going to rule a kingdom, he might as well learn a few tips from an alternate Earth. Unfortunately, university texts tend not to have the most riveting of narratives.

Most of that reading entails of Angus staring at the page and wondering how Elle ever retained all of this information.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine doesn't really leave the photo dungeons much. This is...nice. This is relaxing. Maybe she's finally realized letting yourself have a moment of happiness isn't trying to pretend the bad things never happened.

But, at one point, she does stumble out (literally) to see if she can grab something, almost tripping over Angus's legs as she does. ]

Ang- Ango. Ohh hey. How long, long you been here?

[employeeoftheyear]

[As Angus is attempting to read, he will hear the most pathetically sad voice from behind the door.]

Anguuuuuuus...

[It’s probably Spongebob.]

cw: ending in some bad high prompts, brief emeto

[barberic]

[Benjamin doesn't know what hotboxing is or entails.

But Farrah has dragged him to the photo dungeons, so he's here. And for a while, everything is Great. The smell takes a little getting used to, but the more he's in there the easier it gets.

Mostly he stays to himself, but anyone who comes over to sit with him is welcome.]

This may sound weird- [A word he's definitely learned from Farrah.] But will you let me play with your hair? Strictly professional- I'm a... [Buffering...] Hair artist man.

[But it's not all good vibes - after a good while of just, being totally content to vibe, his demeanor shifts a little, glancing around nervously. The bodies around him are lying too still. Why are they so still? He may reach out in concern, and give the person nearest to him a little shake.]

Sorry. Just... just scared for a second, sorry.

[But the worry continues to build, nonetheless. He feels too relaxed, heavy and sleepy. And everyone around him is... They've decided to trust him, knowing what he is, what he's done, and he can't protect them all. He can't protect anyone like this.

Others might catch him before he leaves, when he looks miserable and a little ill, like he's about to start crying any second. But when he does, when the fear that they aren't stacked in content little puppy piles gets bad enough that he can't convince himself any of them are still breathing, that's when he steps out of the room. To get fresh air. To get help. Something.

The fresh air outside the photo dungeons turns the smell of smoke lingering in his nostrils into burning flesh. He gags a little, where he stands, and barely makes it down the hall to the boys' room before he loses everything he'd managed to eat that day.]