Week One

[stagemanagers]

[Yesterday, everyone woke up in a strange place and realized that they'd been kidnapped, and also that everyone else around them may or may not be kinnies? Wow, what a weird escalation of kin drama! Given what some people have seen of Spongebob's freaky arm thing, though, maybe it's not that at all?

Your Assistant Director, Hester, showed off her stuff and immediately had her life threatened by Lumpy Space Princess, who got her life threatened right back. Maybe you should keep that in mind if you decide to pay Hester any more visits! She won't be making another public appearance this week, but as promised, she'll be available for visits and consultation in the Principal's Office during business hours.

If you don't want to chat with Hester, there's always the school to explore! Some of you might also be receiving mysterious coins next to your bedside this week - those must be useful for something, right? There's lots to do, and you all seem like a group who can make your own fun, so enjoy your first week of school!]


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(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with Hester. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

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[violentenvies]

[Salieri is just finishing setting up for the auditions when Cassandra comes in, and he admittedly looks a little surprised to see her]

Ah. Mademoiselle Cassandra. They are indeed.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Yeah. I guess I'm... here. To audition.

[Was she pushed in here? Quiet possibly? She seems to always have one foot turning to leave.]

Uh, what was it again that we're auditioning for?

1/2

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's initial surprise turns into some thing with a touch of annoyance]

You were at the meeting, if I recall. [DRYLY]

2/2

[violentenvies]

However, [his expression smooths into a more polite expression] I'll paraphrase briefly: I'm putting on a scene from the opera I'm composing entitled Les Denaïades. There is audition music there, [he gestures to a small table at the far side of the choir room where stacks of sheet music are lined up] if you would like to showcase something from the piece, or if you have something else you'd like to perform, that is also acceptable.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

I know. I know - Sorry. I've been a little busy lately, okay?

[Other things busied her mind like thoughts of escape, and wrestling the shadowy figures of an american president and a fury. She hasn't given much time to going back over the specifics of his play, but she hoped that hadn't been plainly obvious.]

I, uh... How about I just sing something of my own and you decide whether it's worth adding to the play or not?

[violentenvies]

[she'll get an arched eyebrow at the statement that she's been busy but...he does indeed nod in agreement]

That would be more than acceptable. [he tilts his head slightly, studying her] Do you need accompaniment, or is this a cappella?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[She stays resolute. She has! Busy trying to wrap her head around escape plans, ones with less murder than is expected of them.]

Uhh, [Does she know what that means? Maybe a little, judging by the way she shakes her head.] Cappella? I'll just, uh, sing, if that's alright.

[Okay. Standing there now, Cassandra readies herself. She's got this. She's a Disney character. Accompaniment isn't necessary. The music can just flow. Nodding towards him, Cass lets her shoulders relax.

And she starts to sing.]

Stumbling.
Expectation can be a trip when you
don’t get what you want to,
and you’re not prepared for falling.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri will sit back, then, and listen to her sing. She has quite a lovely voice, and he won't interrupt her at all until she's finished, observing not only how she sings, but how she holds herself on stage, her expression, and her level of confidence in what she's doing]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's fascinating how Cassandra seems to shift throughout the song. To start, her movements are stiff, her voice wavering as she finds the rhythm... But ultimately, she succeeds.

It all comes together, smooth as silk. Who knew she could sing that well? Nobody, clearly. Cassandra doesn't like to show this off. Even as the song ends, she's uncharacteristically shy about it.]

...Well?

[violentenvies]

[it's quite a transformation to watch; going from stiff and uncertain to confident and fluid, her voice strengthening as her confidence increases. There's a small quirk to the corner of Salieri's mouth pleased.

In fact, as she finishes, he'll unfold his arms to give her a small round of applause, before refolding his arms]

That was excellent, Mademoiselle Cassandra. Once you got used to it, one could say that you're a natural.