week three

[facultwist]

Wake up, Rosenblum Hall. Wake up.

Two dead.

The world continues to turn without them. The game doesn't end. But there are mysteries yet to solve, students, and if you want to make it out then solved they must become.

Two things change when you wake: firstly, all phones and the like indicate that it is once again the day you arrived. Given the lack of other changes, this one might be easy to write off.

But the other is that the passage in the conservatory is now permanently open. The gates are in different positions down below, blocking most routes, but the catacomb does lead to another entrance: in the base of the altar at the church, giving you somewhere new to explore! The storm churns heavy around the area, but inside the quad the air is still as a tomb, another pocket of relief from the blizzard. Some of it may be welcome to those of you who seek knowledge, or just food.

But when the day winds down, remember: Rosenblum Hall is here for you. Rosenblum Hall will always be here for you.



SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

[ ooc: welcome to the third week of rosenblum hall! there are new areas to explore, but please note that a couple of them aren't really going to give you anything if you investigate!

Here you can find activity check, regains, and Isabella's office hours. ]

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cw: hallucinations, institutionalization, ableism, coerced medical treatment

[protomartyr]

[ The day they gave Lottie back her phone was one of the worst ones. Texts after texts, so many people asking if she was all right. People who wanted her to be all right. That was a burden Lottie couldn't bear. They didn't fix her, in that hospital. They just made her numb, and how the hell was Lottie supposed to say that without getting a one-way ticket back to that locked room?

And now there's a voice inside Lottie's head, clear and kind, telling Lottie exactly what she wants to hear. But Lottie has no way of knowing whether it's Hawke's, or one of hers.

What Hawke will hear, broadcast back from Lottie, is the wordless static of panic. But underneath all that, if Hawke listens closely, is:

Is this real? ]

cw: hallucinations, institutionalization, ableism, coerced medical treatment

[shellhawked]

[On Hawke's phone there are so many drafts of texts never sent and unread messages that were. Little jokes she might like, updates about people at school, how her mother kept asking about Lottie and if she was feeling well enough to visit for a few weeks over the summer. That Carver had been practicing his dribbling and wanted to impress her with how tall he'd gotten since last time.

The drafts didn't start piling up until July. She's lost track of how many there are now taking up space in her memory, full of questions instead of news. Are you taking summer school to catch up? Are you coming back to Burnbriar in the fall? Are you mad at me and that's why I haven't heard from you?

No adults bothered to tell Hawke that her friend was in a hospital, whether she wanted to be there or not. Months had been spent believing that she'd ruined one of the best things in her life by getting sick at exactly the wrong time. She still knows hardly anything when the static hits her ears and makes her heart jump in her chest. She has to lift a hand to cover one ear to try to muffle it- and that's how she hears that small question buried under it all.

She stares at Lottie for a silent few seconds, her face difficult to read by virtue that she doesn't know what to do with it or how to express what she's feeling. So she falls back on something more reliable than words: she reaches out and lays her hand on Lottie's.

Real.

A beat.

If it helps I can tack on a bad joke but I'm willing to spare everyone else that this once.]