itscurtains | Week 7

[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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[In the morning, Angus takes a book on Victorian flower language, brings every opera glove he has in his chest, and works in the garden as Bruiser runs through the growth and gets his exercise. He collects mainly thistles (which the gloves help protect his fingers against), though the book has a different reading on their meaning, but he also collects plenty of French Willow, cedar, heliotrope, and whatever else catches his eye. The air is cool, and the area by the graves are a quiet and motivational space to create ten flower crowns. He already has one of this own, entirely thistles.

He had considered checking the rooftop garden for a wider variety of plants - especially as some people have requested specific flowers, but upon stepping out of the roof access door, he stops. He doesn't know if he can walk through here again.

Once his project is complete, he walks around the school to hand out the flower crowns to anyone he hasn't run into yet.] Here. We need some kind of symbol to spur us to action.

[Spongebob's already here, and he gently waves to Angus as he stops at the threshold.]

Hi Angus! Enjoying the weather today?

[He's looking kind of afraid, so probably not.]

I- I need some flowers.

[He has to get through this. All he must do is avoid their seat. Avoid every place where they held hands. Avoid the edge.]

[Spongebob picks up on the fear, and stands up.]

If you want, I can pick the flowers for you! I'm up here all the time anyway so I know where all the flowers are.

Lilies. [But he can't live in fear for the rest of his life. How will he ever face the wizard like this?] Show me and I'll gather them.

There's right there.

[He points to the lilies, still giving Angus a worried look. Sure he knows that Angus can't live in fear, but he doesn't want to force him to face uncomfortable situations.]

Are you sure you don't want me to help?

No, no, it's-

[But he can't do it alone. There's a lot of flowers to collect, so what is he going to do. Cry for a few hours as he works or let Spongebob help?]

Actually, yes. There's more I need for later.

[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?

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?

[His eyes absolutely light up in excitement.]

That's a great plan, Angus! What better way to show that we're a team than with a badge of honor! And I think flowers make the best badges out there!

[That gets a hum of a chuckle from him.]

Since we're here, I'm open to requests.

[Benjamin is in the garden with his guitar when Angus comes down on a mission, and he stops fiddling with the guitar perched on his knee to watch.]

Do you need a basket? I've brought one, but I can just as easily carry my things back up.

[His white opera gloves are gradually lined with grass stains, and he checks the few flowers that are already becoming too much to hold in one hand.]

That would be helpful. I'll just need for an hour or so.

[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?

Collecting flowers.

[He picks up a few wildflowers.]

Spongebob taught me how to craft crowns out of these. I feel that I should offer something when we head out tomorrow.

I think they would like that.

[Says the man who poured out half a bottle of wine for the dead.]

...Is that what you think is going to happen? That we'll get to just... leave?

Something will happen tomorrow. Whether it is for good or for bad, our destiny awaits. [He rips out several flowers in his path.] Regardless of what happens, it's our chance to defeat the Wizard.

[Added some wildflowers for Peregrine, and-] Do you prefer any particular flower for yours, Mr. Barker?

[He nods at Angus' decisive statement. That's the feeling he's had too, building all week. Whether there's a motive today, he thinks will decide for sure. But Nana had told them these things only last about seven weeks, total, and if she's right, that deadline is soon.]

For mine?

[He seems surprised that he gets one. But as he looks around at the flowers, he pauses when he sees a lush ground-covering plant with small little blue and white flowers.

He gets down on his knees next to Angus, and picks one of the little flowers with a pinch of his fingernails, turning it by its thin little stem in his fingers.]

...

[Angus sets the basket on the ground and kneels beside Benjamin. He can't recognize most flowers by sight, though he trusts the opinions of his friends over that old book.]

What are these?

...Periwinkles, I think.

[He inhales slowly.]

Lucy kept a garden in her uncle's house, where we met. She grew roses, lilies, ivy... Everything. But she loved these the most - they were so small and delicate, everybody always paid more attention to the bigger, more eye-catching flowers that everyone knows.

That was my Lucy... [His voice catches, as tears well in his eyes.] Always with a soft spot, for little things that everyone else forgot.

[Lucy, who suffered when her husband disappeared. Lucy, whose daughter was taken away from her. Lucy, who did not deserve a landlady to lie about her fate and allow her to die. Angus cuts several periwinkles out of the ground and rolls the stems in his fingers.]

She must have been such a caring woman.

[Like Elle. She looked after the girls, she wanted everyone to be happy...at her own expense. Angus wonders if she and Lucy would get along if they had met.]

I'll make this for you. So she is properly remembered.

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