The Principal's Office

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The door to the principal’s office is open at all hours, although you will only find Hester at the receptionist’s desk from 8:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. This is primarily where you can have private conversations with her. Though there’s an actual office in the back, it is always closed and locked.

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[She walks with a purpose straight into Hester’s office, after the motive on Tuesday. She’s still hugging herself—- the arm about her waist had to drop, to open the door, but as soon as it’s shut safely behind her, she returns it to its previous position.

She doesn’t go for her normal seat in the bad kid chairs. She just stands there.]

H?

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[Hester doesn't answer.



Mostly because she's facedown at her desk and very softly snoring.]

[brokeforgood]

H? [Farrah steps closer, then is suddenly... filled with an insane amount of rage. How can she be sleeping, at a time like this? Farrah begins hitting the bell. A lot.]

H! WAKE. UP. H.

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[Hester jerks awake with a startled snort.]

Huh, wha-? [She blinks a few times and presses the heel of one hand into her eye, smearing a small bit of eyeliner onto her temple.] Farrah-? Why is there a bell here now?

[brokeforgood]

Probably to! Wake! You! Up! [Farrah’s a little more aggressive than usual, and she smacks the bell with each punctuation.]

I have an important question.

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How convenient.

[She mutters that uder her breath but quickly straightens up.] Sorry, I didn't really sleep the past few nights. What do you need to know, Farrah?

[brokeforgood]

What happens if someone kills themselves? Do they... still get the wish?

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I do- [She stares at her, stunned with asymmetrical eyeliner.] I'd think only if you got away with it but Farrah, don't tell me you're actually considering that route when you were just brought back?

[brokeforgood]

I’d—- really be back. I wouldn’t have nightmares. It never would have happened.

[Farrah hesitates.]

I wouldn’t have the nightmares. ... But it’d only work if they didn’t know it was me? And then— everyone else would have to—-

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[Hester nods, her expression soft and sympathetic.]

Yeah. Those are the rules.

[She reaches for her little ceramic teapot and a cup, pouring a gently steaming cup of tea and silently slides it across her desk toward Farrah.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah takes it without a word, dropping back into the bad kids chair.]

Well. That sucks. What’s the deal, H? I didn’t think you’d be into this kind of thing.

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I'm not into it, Farrah, it's just...it's complicated. There are a lot of things happening and even more things going wrong. This sucks but you have to believe me we're not doing this out of some sick sense of enjoyment for ourselves.

[brokeforgood]

Yeah, I dunno. It’s not like I don’t…

The second chance is nice and all. And I’m glad to have met everyone. But to have to lose them all? To have to know what it’s like to have a bunch of people who love you, and then have to wait for them to either die, or come for you next?

It’s fucked up. And I didn’t expect it from you.