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]

[ Peregrine purses her lips. ]

Two weeks max, with proper care. Probably a little longer with my amateur hands.

[fourbutts]

That is not the number of weeks I expected! Okay! My motherfucking life ends two weeks from now!

[comeandfindme]

[ She keeps giggling. ]

Probably more! [ She takes a big drag of her joint. ] I don't— [ goddamn she didn't wanna talk about sad things— ] Things are...like...weird, okay? But. But I don't think Maya's gonna like... leave you 'bout how much you love her. I think she really likes that.

[fourbutts]

That's not it, it's like... it's me. I'm not... great at being serious, like. Mm.

[ She swallows. ]

Y'know... honest. Vulnerable.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine peers at her. ]

Well. We're done with that. 'Kay? We get outta here...and you gotta start opening up more. More real talk. More talking about when you're feeling shit! Like...the bad, but the good too. ...I'm trying to remember that part.

[fourbutts]

Mm...

[ She frowns for a moment, then nods. ]

Yeah, alright. She's going to say something nice to me and touch, like, my arm, and I'm going to start crying, but like. It's fine. Process.

[comeandfindme]

I think a little emotional honesty'll do both of you some good. Get real in your feelings. You gotta let yourself, like...really be about it.

[ What're you even saying anymore Peregrine. ]

[fourbutts]

Yeah...

[ Somehow, This Helped(?)

Janis then moves to hold Peregrine's hand. ]

We all gotta do that. Feelings.

[comeandfindme]

[ Oh! Once again, Peregrine is shy! ]

Yeah... [ She tries to prop herself up on her elbow. It does not work, lease of all because Janis is trying to hold that hand and Peregrine isn't really inclined to take it away from her.

In trying to readjust, her eyes find Janis's and she just kind of...gets lost in them. And forgets to say anything else. ]

[fourbutts]

[ See this would be where we call Peregrine an idiot and call it a day, except Janis... does the exact same thing, for a little while, before eloquently declaring: ]

Yeah...

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine laughs lightly at nothing. She's just giggly and lightheaded, and...happy.

Happy and relaxed. How utterly weird. ]

I love you. [ She murmurs quietly, face turned toward Janis in the grass. Her fingers lace between Janis's as she gives her the stupidest possible smile.

Stupid with love indeed. ]

[fourbutts]

[ Honestly, previous brief discussion of her fear of emotional/physical intimacy aside, Janis is about the same. ]

I love you, too.

[comeandfindme]

[ For at least the moment, Peregrine's content to just lay there with that. To let everything kind of melt away, leaving just the two of them. ]

[fourbutts]

[ Same here. But after a while, something about Maya on her mind draws a song out. ]

I had always been looking at you
I felt as if I had left my loneliness behind
Even the moon is smiling at me tonight
Please look this way
Oh, fly me to the star

[comeandfindme]

[ What Janis sings, Peregrine's never heard it before. And yet, it feels familiar. She gives her a half-smile. ]

Unable to convey my feelings to you
I imagine all sorts of lives
And act them all out to draw your attention
Oh, fly me to the star.

[ Clumsily, she squeezes Janis's hand. ]

Our heartbeats pile...

[fourbutts]

...upon each other.

[ An image comes to mind, suddenly, of the two of them falling together. But not in a panicked way, in a romantic way? ]

Sometimes I become afraid
Because it seems you will leave me behind
I want your glittering eyes to reflect
No one but me
Oh, fly me to the star

[comeandfindme]

Oh, bird that signals the break of dawn,
Please stop the clock in this moment
Shooting star that gently goes through the morning, please fall down here
Oh, fly me to the star...

[ She wonders where this song's coming from. It's not quite as specialized, as some of the others...but it still feels so personal. ]

Please take me along,

[fourbutts]

... Oh, fly me to the star

[ Janis then, freed of the fear of wasting weed by the weed itself, moves to cuddle up close to Peregrine and just. Closes her eyes. ]

[comeandfindme]

[ Before, Peregrine had never really had any hang-ups about sleeping alone. She never feared it as a kid, because she knew if she had a nightmare or needed something, Jacob was there, right down the hall. Even when Dad left them. Even when Mom was working night shifts.

Then...he was gone. And everything got harder, darker, more lonely. Peregrine started applying the same philosophy she did for everything else to even sleeping—you push through all of the pain, all of the uncertainty, you press down on it until it's completely numb, and only then can you feel safe, or— or however close to safe you can let yourself feel.

Ever since waking up in Gershwin, though... Something's been different. Even before she wanted to acknowledge it, falling asleep in a room full of other people, it started to make things...easier. She didn't have to force herself as much. She didn't have to wonder—am I safe? If something happens...who will find me?

The closer she got to everyone, she realized the answer:

There's a whole collection of people who love her, right here. A whole bunch of them ready to support her, to hold her, to laugh with her. It's the same thing she had to realize, back home.

Peregrine may be a good student, but sometimes...she's a very slow learner.

So, as Janis snuggles up to her, she doesn't think twice. In a dreamy haze of weed and smoke and love, she pulls Janis against her as they lay under the mismatched stars. Despite being out in the open, no shelter, no logic—

As the two of them fall asleep, Peregrine's never felt safer. ]