don't stop believing

[stagemanagers]

[Streetlights, reveals] | [Vision Statements] | [Mass Resolution: CONNECT] | [A little touch of the sun (Revival)] | [They do this bullshit like 8 times a week (Rescue)]


[It's a pleasant afternoon in the garden. Maybe not emotionally, but physically - isn't it nice when you get to have class outside?

As your voices rise, singing defiance in unison out for the Wizard, there's no immediate response; at least, nothing that clearly is a response. But there's something. Amidst the sound of your song, it may be hard to hear at first; Janis will likely be the first to notice, but eventually everyone is able to hear. It sounds as though other voices are rising along with yours.

There's something on the air - no music, or at least no instrumentals, just a disembodied sort of lyrical chant. You don't recognize any of the voices. They aren't singing the same song as you all are. Maybe they can't; they sound long long ago, and far far away now. Still - despite everything - the trees around you move lightly in a sudden soft breeze. It feels as though you have invoked something, old and entirely beyond your knowledge.

But first. Haven't you forgotten something?

It's Wednesday.

Welcome to this week's school club!]

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[defyingfrigidity]

But we can't give up. There has to be some other way.

[There's always some other way. Elsa doesn't understand all this talk about multiverses and time loops, but if this is a story in the way the Wizard and Janis are talking about it, then there has to be a good way out. That's just how stories work.]

He's only giving us two choices, but... there's always a third, right? They just don't want us to see it.

[brokeforgood]

The next right thing.

[defyingfrigidity]

break it down to this next breath, this next step
This next choice is one that we can make...

[The path is laid out for them. They just have to keep moving.]

Even if we can't see it yet, it's there, somewhere. If this... multiverse scenario means that there are countless worlds where things changed in countless ways, then there has to be one where all of us, living and dead, make it out alive, together.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

...So I'll walk through this night
Stumbling blindly toward the light
And do... the next right thing.

[That grounds her. She's here. Now. They can do something for as long as they're alive.]

There's always a chance. There's got to be a way to make things right.