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!]

Comments

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[violentenvies]

[--AH WAIT HE JUST REMEMBERED]

Ah, wait, before anything like that, I need to get some things from the dormitory--

[disharmonizes]

Oh, damn it.

[sorry babe someone else can take your crisis--]

Do you think if we believe hard enough in the bombs they'll appear too?

[voicerights]

[YOU'RE LUCKY IT'S DISTRACTED WITH SQUIP-SIBLINGS, OTHERWISE IT'D MAKE A COMMENT ABOUT THAT]

[violentenvies]

[asldfhsd Discord]

You could certainly try it. [mildly]

[brokeforgood]

[she closes her eyes and is imagining a bomb really hard]

[employeeoftheyear]

Yeah, we should get everyone's pets before we burn it down!

[But they gotta burn the school down!]

[violentenvies]

Ah, yes, that certainly.

But also I wanted to get that card you made me, and Varian's music box, and Farrah's drawing--

[comeandfindme]

You won't have to worry about that.

[violentenvies]

[blink???]

I...won't? [hmm???]

[comeandfindme]

[ She just nods to Farrah. ]

[violentenvies]

[ah, yes, he is now holding a rabbit and has seen inside that backpack hello emotions]

Ah, I...see.

[comeandfindme]

[ She smiles, lightly. ]

Please tell her I don't want to eat the rabbit.

[violentenvies]

[...Farrah oh my god]

I will do my utmost, but I can make no promises of her actually listening to me.

[mcfife]

[Looking up from his makeouts with Elle.]

Oh, fuck! The lizards!

[brokeforgood]

Go get them! And Farrah Jr! She's in the gym.

[mcfife]

And the jetpack and the suitcases-

[Yeah that'll take multiple trips.

Please make sure he doesn't go back with Elle.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob looks absolutely distressed.]

Oh Neptune, they must be worried sick about us!

[brokeforgood]

Oh! [GOOD JOB REMEMBERING, DAD. She scrambles across the garden, and scoops up the armful that is her backpack, and also Soup. When she returns to his side, she just kindof. Plops Soup into his arms.]

Hold your granddaughter--

[violentenvies]

[alsdhflsdkhfs THERE IS A RABBIT IN HIS ARMS--and he blinks]

...is this a rabbit? [OH WAIT ORPHEUS MENTIONED THIS] The one Orpheus gave you, then?

[brokeforgood]

Yeah, that's Soup, she's my child and I love her--- [She unzips the backpack.

Wow... that.... sure is a lot of his stuff.] --- almost as much as I love you.

[violentenvies]

Soup, you named your rabbit Soup--

[wait...Salieri stares down into the backpack]

You...[oh no there goes his throat, going all tight again, and he clears it, starting to blink a bit rapidly again]...thank you, Farrah. For saving it all.

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. I named her Soup. But I told Peregrine, no eating her, because I think she wants to. You can help me protect her.

You're welcome. I'm sorry, Soup nibbled a little on the symphony, but everything else in there is okay.

[violentenvies]

...something tells me that Peregrine has long since lost the urge to eat your sweet, darling daughter.

[as for all that]

That's...that's fine, it can take it, I'm sure. Still, I...I truly appreciate it, Farrah. Thank you.

[brokeforgood]

Oh! And-- [Farrah whips-- a literal lyre out of the bag. Not the right one. But like. It's a lyre.]

ORPHEUS! I GOT YOUR LIAR!

[violentenvies]

[alsdhflsh Farrah oh my god]

....ah. His lyre is, ah...it's a guitar, actually.