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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so strap your bones right to the seat- [1/2]

[stagemanagers]

[All’s well that end’s well, isn’t it? The Wizard defeated, banished to hang out with a lonely divorcee in a chair until your proper Narrators can figure out what to do with him. The mannequin who thought she was a girl freed from her gilded cage, ready to start a new life with people who love her. The dead have been restored without need to unbury them as you were all so eager to do but there is one problem remaining-

You’re all still lost in the woods. Trying to venture out of the garden will just lead first to more woods and then, after a few minutes, back into the garden no matter which direction you head. Dead reckoning isn’t going to do you much good but at least you are not alone. No one is alone.

BEEP BEEP

The honking sounds like it’s coming from everywhere around you. It echoes through the trees, quickly followed by the roar of an engine as a school bus busts through the tree line, swinging hard to the right so the doors are conveniently parallel with the lines of the pond. Behind it you can see a clear view of sky and the school grounds behind it. The massive vehicle, decked out in black and white stripes as opposed to the traditional yellow, has miraculously stopped on a dime.

The sliding doors swing open, revealing the driver-]

2/2

[beejfq]

[-who's this asshole in the rotting yellow tuxedo?]

CRUISING ON DOWN MAIN STREET
YOU'RE RELAXING FEELING GOOD-

[He looks out at the survivors and grins.]

What is up, my fellow kids? A little crime robot told me you guys were lookin' to go on a field trip outta here.

[onthebusagain]

[and off the bus emerges, a small blonde woman in a Denny’s waitress uniform, looking panicked--]

Holy shit, I was on the freakin bus again!

[whatyouwant]

Oh hey, your hair looks amazing!

[fourbutts]

You spend a lot of time on busses driven by strange men in the woods? Can't be good for your health.

[ Janis sort of. Squints a little.

yo, girl, why so familiar? ]

[tellthestory]

Oh, Heather! Hi!

[You weren't trapped at the Denny's after all, that's great!]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob barely reacts to this weird man just barging in and just

Runs up to him, waving.]

Are you that ghost-demon that fucks shit up?

[Farrah told him all about you :)]

[beejfq]

[GAAAAAAAAAAASP]

You've heard of me!

[voicerights]

Ah- you must be CD-H's friend.

[mcfife]

So the email does work....

[comeandfindme]

...That's not Michael Keaton...

1/2

[musacal]

[mayavericks]

... I'm staying here.

[alchemistake]

[And here's Varian, focusing on the important part-]

What kind of car is that?

[wanderlusttitania]

HA-

[JFOEWRKFOHEJIRWEKOFE]

Hello-!?

1/2

[justmeheere]

[Jeremy stumbles off the bus, looking slightly ill.]

Why'd we let him drive? I don't want him driving on the way to Denny's.

[howtheworldwas]

[ eurydice, who has only been alive now for about 20 minutes and is already so stressed, buries her face in her hands. ]

Please be normal, please be normal --

[stagemanagers]

[A completely unfamiliar person unfolds themselves out of the bus doors. They're nearly seven feet tall with dark purple skin and black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Somewhat incongruously, they're wearing a suit jacket over a poofy iridescent dress.

They spread their arms - both pairs, there's four arms, and flex their fingers, causing two pairs of alarming gloves to manifest on their hands. Despite that display, their voice is pleasant and even.]

Good afternoon. We would like to request an audience with the Wizard.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, I am already so on board with this energy.

[this is some chaotic bs if he ever saw it]

[yourattention]

Oh, rude as hell. Now he finally comes and I didn't even call him. I'm not even wearing lipstick.

[He's probably not gonna marry Beetlejuice. Probably.]

[fourbutts]

[ WELL. THIS IS SOMETHING. ]

I... damn, dude, that's one hell of an entrance!

[tellthestory]

O...kay...

[The Balladeer assesses Beetlejuice's bus, wondering if it's worthwhile to point out that he can get everybody to Denny's just fine, with a far lower chance of contracting lice. But everyone's worked so hard to come and rescue them. It'd be sort of rude.]

Well, I guess we should get on the bus and get going. Better go round up the lizards and stuff. [No, in fact, he never DID learn that there's a giant horse around now.]

[reassuranceandrevolution]

[A rather tall, serious looking woman dressed in what can best be described as 'professional protester' but without the helmet steps out. She scans the crowd carefully.]

Is everyone alright? Anyone in need of aid?

[mcfife]

[Waving his arms wildly from the back.]

Sigyn! We are all here! [Don't worry about the blood and dirt.]

[musacal]

[ OH

OH ]

S-Sigyn-san too...!?