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]

[ …Huh. Huh, that… ]

I… I guess so. I’m just…used to being more prepared.

[barberic]

I don't think there was ever a way you could have prepared for all that happened last week.

[Yes, Peregrine, even you.]

But I worry we've been over-reliant on you; put too much on your shoulders. Especially...with the utter disappointment that most of us adults have turned out to be.

[Really, everyone but Angus, tbh, though some couldn't help it. Some by dying (or trying to - Spongebob), others, himself included, by not being able to do more to protect everyone.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Though she knows he's right, she doesn't like it. Peregrine frowns lightly, placing fingers on the keys but not pressing down. ]

...Before, I would've said that's like being back in Whitetail. [ From white key to black key and back again, she caresses them gently. ] But that's... It's not fair. To you guys, or to them. [ She lets out a heavy, heavy sigh. ] You're right, no one can be...fully prepared. You guys didn't put anything on me. I...put most of it on myself.

[ Because what else was she to do? Sit and watch again? Still... ]

[barberic]

Well...

[He watches her with a soft mix of concern and respect. There's just as little that he can do to go back and not rely on her so much, as there is that she can go back and take on less responsibility.]

Then we'll make a deal, shall we? Rely on each other, from now on. Not just ourselves. None of us may be fully prepared, but we can all be a little prepared, in different ways.

[All this broodin' on your own is what happened who knows how many years ago. He wonders if that really was true, with how many other lies Mrs. Lovett told him. But then, in the weeks he's spent brooding here, seven more people have died. Nearly eight - no, nearly ten.

The ones remaining chose to let him stand with them. So stand with them he shall.]

[comeandfindme]

[ ...It's a funny little thing, him telling her this.

She made this promise with Salieri, weeks before. Her mouth scrunches up, therefore, and she studies him.

Is he going to break it too? ]

...Alright. Deal.

[ No. She'll keep trying. Because...the alternative is worse. ]

Well since we're knifing Nikki...

[barberic]

[It's funny. At first, he had thought the burden of protecting the others was his and all the other adults' burden to bear. He had wanted to protect them, the children, and so had relied on them as little as possible.

The best we can do is try and comfort them, to be pillars when everything seems uncertain.

What a sorry couple of pillars he and Antonio had turned out to be. The ruins of Ancient Rome stood stronger.

But...despite all odds, he, at least, is still here. He can still do better. He has to believe that, or what else is he alive for?

He gives Peregrine a smile and leans forward, reaching out across the distance between them to offer his hand to shake.]

Deal.

oh excellent

[comeandfindme]

[ It's not a pinky promise this time. It's a little more grown-up.

That's fitting, because she's a little bit more grown-up now too.

Peregrine shakes his hand. ]