itscurtains | don't stop believing

Entry tags:

act 3,
finale

don't stop believing

[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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You shouldn't marry people who stab you. [For example, Farrah would NEVER marry Riley]

[ . . . ]

[hehehehe]

.....there might be some exceptions.

Oh. Right.

You shouldn't marry people who stab you. Unless you're my Dads.

I stabbed myself. Am I not allowed to get married, period?

No, Maya, you just can't marry yourself. Also, stop being so fucking casual about it! Get some decency! Not all of us got to stab ourselves, some of us got stabbed!