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itscurtains2021-07-17 06:57 pm
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don't stop believing
[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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Okay, good, just like. That's a thing he has done at least once, at least in the movie. I forget if the musical is different...
[ She shakes her head. ]
I'd offer to take over, but uh. No license. Don't need one in Chicago.
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[Too much on the brain. But she cracks a smile again.]
Don’t worry about that part. I’m pretty sure Sigyn is going to fight him for the keys if he tries to drive again, and she can absolutely take him. She’s extremely level-headed and I would absolutely trust her to get us out of here safely.