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

[comeandfindme]

How did I not realize he knows Twilight Sparkle! I didn't realize until— ...did anyone tell you about the weed?

[yourattention]

No? Y'all had weed? I mean, we did too but only after I asked LP about it. B took an edible and didn't realize, it was fucking great.

[Realistically, it's a good thing he didn't see the weed bag bc he probably would've cried about Miguel but also.]

[comeandfindme]

Oh my god, really?! What was he like?

[ We will return to the subject of the pound of weed the vending machine spat at her in a moment, this is important. ]

[yourattention]

Just, like, so loopy.

[comeandfindme]

And he didn't even know?! That's- ...Okay that's probably a little dangerous, but— you guys didn't get video of that did you?