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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[disharmonizes]

[The monotony of this little school adventure might be getting to Discord a little. You can find him briefly in the Lobby, painting Z's in different colors around the door to the principal's office, but it doesn't take long before he just throws the paint brush over his shoulder.]

Okay. This is officially getting old.

[So he wanders off again. Stopping by the costume room. Not looking for costumes or fabric this time, oh no, he's set his sights on something else. So, you might just see him moving one of the mannequins out of the room. That's probably fine.

Hey, if you want to ask follow-up questions, go ahead.

And he does, eventually, discover what all those little coins are supposed to be for. So, over by the vending machine, he will be collecting his own assortment of strange goods. Raising an eyebrow at the knife, before discovering it's just a prop. Probably for the best. He puts on the mask, though, for fun, before just sitting down on the suitcase he just got.]

Not the most exciting props, but I suppose they'll do.

Lobby

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus, who happened to be wandering by on his way to the cafeteria, stops to watch the odd man work - and proceeds to get hit in the chest with the paintbrush after it's thrown away. So much for that bright white uniform, right? ]

Oh, um. Are you done with your mural? [ he asks, fumbling to catch the brush and getting paint all over his hands in the process. ]

[disharmonizes]

[...He's a little pleased the brush hit someone. At least some comedy came from this. The fumbling really adds to the bit, too.

Not really his best work, but beggars, choosers, etcetera.]

Oh, very done. I was going to make a statement about this place putting me to sleep, but then that started getting boring.

So, here we are.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus isn't really sure what to do with the paintbrush now that he has it, so he's just. Gonna hold onto it for now. ]

Oh. Is that why all the 'Z's? [ He was wondering about that. ] It's very, um. Original?

[ He doesn't know how happy Miss Hester will be about it, but it's not like they were told they couldn't paint all over the place. ]

[disharmonizes]

It's a bit trite, but I'm lacking in inspiration here. At this point, I'm just throwing things at the wall.

[...Speaking of, he's just going to pick up his paint can and splash some of that on the wall. For emphasis.]</small

[themuseabandonsyou]

Are you an artist, back home? [ Orpheus asks, stepping back away from the splash zone and succeeding mostly in only getting some droplets on his pants and shoes. The man certainly seems eccentric like some of Mister Hermes's more bohemian friends. ] It seems like a lot of the people here are. Mostly musicians, though, not painters.

[disharmonizes]

Of a sort. Not a painter, musician, or anything like anyone here, though.

My preferred form of artistic expression is chaos. This is just the only real way I have of doing anything with it right now.

[He sure sees it as an art! Not everyone agrees. Weird, that.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh, so you're an - um. [ What's the word again? He knows this, one of Mister Hermes's friends explained it to him. ] A dadaist?

[ he looks supremely pleased with himself for this assessment ]

[disharmonizes]

...Close enough, I suppose. [Not really, but.] You could say I'm a bit of an expert in the subject.

Though I don't exactly have much to work with here. And splashing paint on the walls is actually starting to get boring.

[Like you know what Orpheus, gold star.]

costume room

[prophetpriestandking]

Heya.

[Here's Mumble, once more, exploring well-trodden ground, watching Discord make off with a mannequin. He's no stranger to Discord's creative pursuits, and they're pretty fun, so...for better or worse, he follows behind.]

What'cha you gonna do with that?

[disharmonizes]

Oh, I'm not entirely sure yet. Call it a plot in progress.

But I'm certain it will make a nice surprise for someone.

[prophetpriestandking]

Is it for a particular someone?

[disharmonizes]

For whomever comes across it, I think.

Although... I suppose it would be a shame to leave anyone out.

[prophetpriestandking]

Well then, why not do it for everyone?

[disharmonizes]

You know, I should. Embrace the spirit of generosity and all that.

Yes, that's much better.

[prophetpriestandking]

Excellent!

Do you need a hand?

[He needs to stop doing this.]

[disharmonizes]

You know, that would be perfect. I'll need to find a good way to dress these up.

[Pats the mannequin.]

casually nudges Discord to the Cafeteria

[violentenvies]

[Once Discord has collected his earnings from the vending machine and has settled for a bit in the Cafeteria, Salieri is, eventually, going to show up. Hopefully Discord will be distracted by sorting through his haul long enough for Salieri to approach from the other side of the table, holding two cups]

Ah, Monsieur Discorde. Good afternoon.

[disharmonizes]

[Discord is just gently pushing the snowglobe out of the way when Salieri appears. And he squints a little, because, ah. This feels backwards.]

Well, it's an afternoon, anyway, let's not judge the quality of it yet.

[violentenvies]

[he chuckles a little, at that] Of course, forgive my premature assumption.

[he gestures a little to the seat across from Discord]

May I?

[disharmonizes]

You may do whatever you feel like. I'm not stopping you.

Don't tell me you're bored?

[violentenvies]

What, with your company? Never.

[a bit dryly, but he'll invite himself to sit, setting those two cups down and pushing one across the table, towards Discord]

In fact, I've brought you something.

[disharmonizes]

Exactly, you must be bored to be seeking out my company. Voluntarily and everything! Something about wonders and never ceasing, or whatever.

[Just, raising an eyebrow at Salieri.]

If you're trying to bribe me, you should know it'll definitely work, since I have no morals whatsoever.

[violentenvies]

[that raised eyebrow will cause the corner of Salieri's mouth to quirk upward, slightly]

Oh, no bribery at all, I promise. I'm only repaying the generosity you offered me on our first day here. I know I didn't accept it at the time, and I wanted to make it up to you.

[he motions to the cup and the liquid in it, which is a very, very dark color, because it is indeed, a mixture of all of those liquids from the soda machine]

Therefore I've attempted to recreate your concoction from that day. I know it's a pithy imitation, but I swear to you that I did my utmost to be faithful to the original recipe.

[disharmonizes]

[...Okay, now he sees what's going on here. And he can't help the amused look on his face once he does, because oh.

Oh, that's adorable.]

Well, look at that, you figured out how to mix things together. Good for you.

[But he'll gladly take that cup, actually, and just sip it like it's a fancy wine. Not in the least bit perturbed.]