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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[fourbutts]

I like to think so. Hope I'm doing Discord proud.

[ she chuckles ]

Did they have graffiti back in your day?

[barberic]

Of course. Humans have always been humans, and defacing public property is as natural to the human race as walking on two legs.

[Oh my god he made a joke.]

People in my time rarely use paint, though. Usually chalk, or a knife.

[fourbutts]

[ Incredible... Janis snorts. ]

I knew some people had to be having fun in the olden days. Knife's hardcore, though. People still use those, but like... pretty much just in wood and wood-like materials.

[barberic]

You should have seen the desks we sat in at school when I was a boy. Couldn't draw a straight line on 'em anymore, for all the carvings.

[Imagine decades of bored middle school boys cooped up together with sharp instruments.

His demeanor softens, pensive.]

...It feels like something's changed, doesn't it. Like...we might actually be close to the end.

[fourbutts]

... Yeah. Something's different this week, for sure. Not that I could say what, but...

[barberic]

Well, hopefully it means this nightmare is almost over.

[On the subject of vandalism, though...]

Do you think we should leave a memorial somewhere on the walls here? If anyone comes after, so they know what happened.

[fourbutts]

... You know, that's not a bad idea. Now that I've given them what feels like definitely the right advice for us to give them.

[barberic]

'Become Ungovernable?'

[He chuckles.]

That sounds about right.

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

[fourbutts]

I mean...

[ She looks at the wall. ]

Plenty of blank space to put everyone's names down.

[barberic]

There is, at that.

Here, do you think? Or somewhere else?

[fourbutts]

Well... don't see why they shouldn't go here. Like signing a anarchist Christmas card.

[barberic]

I think Discord, especially, would like that.

Would you mind if I helped?