don't stop believing

[stagemanagers]

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[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!]

Comments

[mayavericks]

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

[brokeforgood]

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!

[disharmonizes]

No, but I think everyone here needs to be banned from sharp objects for the next century.

[comeandfindme]

Maya I swear to god.

[beejfq]

Wow. Hardcore.

[...]

Ohhhh, you're one of those Giraffe School girls like B-a-n-a-n-a-n-a-s, aren't you?

[mayavericks]

I am from Seisho Music Academy, yes.

[She looks him up and down a few times.]

You look like death.

[beejfq]

Thank you! [He looks at her with wide eyes, legitimately touched.] Nanners was right, you are a charmer.

[mayavericks]

She's been... Talking about me. To you.

[She's shooting the nastiest look at Nana, sorry.]

[violentenvies]

...you did what.

[howtheworldwas]

[ yeah it was a Whole Thing


don’t worry about it ]

[barberic]

She's definitely already been grounded.

[violentenvies]

Good. Thank you.

[brokeforgood]

She got me ungrounded! [She's way too proud]

[violentenvies]

[.....??]

Did she now? [eyebrow arch]

[brokeforgood]

Yeah! You know how sometimes, one kid's in trouble, and the other one fucks up so bad that the first kids not in trouble anymore?

[you know how sometimes people with troubling childhoods sometimes say things like this like they're the norm?]

[violentenvies]

[opens mouth--closes it]

...no, not that I know of, but...

[brokeforgood]

That's what happened. Everyone was so upset with Maya, that I was no longer the biggest troublemaker in the school.

[mayavericks]

Um.

[violentenvies]

.....I know I hardly have any stones to throw here however...[Maya oh my god]

[mayavericks]

I wanted to kill the Wizard. Dragging a trial out was the only way I could think to get at him.

It was a terrible idea.

[violentenvies]

[....]

Sometimes terrible ideas can seem very much like actual possibilities in times of duress.

[mayavericks]

You can say that again.

Still I am... Sorry to have disappointed you again.

[violentenvies]

You...

[...right. He's just...going to walk over and gently set a hand on her shoulder]

...you didn't, Maya, that's...[he shakes his head]

...I'm not disappointed in you. I never have been.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine sighs, very heavily. ]

I should check her stitches before we leave again...

[violentenvies]

That...yes.