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!]


Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday


(( 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]

[Sleep does not come easy. In fact, Salieri does quite a lot of tossing and turning, not only because of the situation, but also due to the small twin bed he's found himself in. As such, he finds himself rising earlier than he normally wood, gathering the writing supplies from his desk and leaving Broadhurst Dorm.

The first place Salieri finds himself is the Scene Shop. The writing supplies have been temporarily abandoned on one of the worktables while Salieri himself can be found searching through the supplies and pointedly avoiding any sharp objects. He does not look particularly pleased to be in such a place, but needs must and all that.

Once acquiring what he was searching for, he retreats to the Band Room and abandons his writing supplies (now with the addition of the ruler) once again, this time on the music stand of the piano. Seeing as this particular instrument is rather out of tune, a search of the room gives him the tools to tune it, and he sets about doing so. This does take quite longer than he’s used to, so one might find him with his head in the piano, the lid propped up as open as it will go (since he can’t remove it all on his own,) muttering to himself.

Eventually, with effort, he gets the piano tuned! He’ll lower the lid after that, and return to his twice abandoned writing supplies with the intent to finally use them. He’s not entirely sure what else to do with himself, Salieri is going to do what he’s done for most of his musical career: compose. He’ll make his own sheet music with the ruler, penciling in musical ideas, crossing others out, and tinkering on the piano as he does so.

Music may be the food of love, but Salieri will eventually find that it’s no substitute for the real thing, and does find that he’s rather hungry. With that, he’ll pack up his writing supplies and venture to the Kitchens, at which point he’s going to try and look for something to eat. If he doesn’t find anything, he’ll set about preparing the simplest thing he knows: a light potato soup. Nothing fancy, of course, seeing as he’s not a chef. But he can be caught peeling some potatoes, if nothing else.

At the end of the day, having hopefully eaten, Salieri will return back to Broadhurst Dorms with a cup of tea and his writing supplies. Once there, he’ll settle at his desk to leaf through what he’s written, giving it one more once over and making some final notes while occasionally taking some time to stare out the window.]

Band Room

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh! Are you a composer?

[ Orpheus turns up in the band room some time after Salieri, also drawn in by the promise of finding an instrument with which to occupy himself, though that goal seems forgotten for the moment as he wanders over to peer over the older man's shoulder at what he's writing. Eyes alight, he seems positively delighted to see someone writing music here, not yet aware that just about everyone here is a musician in some capacity. ]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri startles a little as Orpheus makes his presence known, blinking once before he seems to get his bearings]

Ah...yes. I am, indeed. [looking over Salieri's shoulder, Orpheus will see about three different melodic and harmonic lines that are then scratched out and edited.]

And you...?

[themuseabandonsyou]

I'm Orpheus! [ he says, brightly. ] I don't think I get to call myself a composer, but I write music sometimes too.

[ 'Composer' always felt like such a lofty term, reserved for people who could afford to go to school and learn about all the words for things and structures and the meanings behind them instead of just fumbling around by themselves with a lyre. He's made his peace with it. ]

What are you working on?

[violentenvies]

Orpheus. [there's a bit of surprise in Salieri's voice, before it turns into amusement] Well, with such a lofty name, perhaps the title of composer could be something to aspire to, if you already write music.

[as for what his working on]

As for this...it's a piece a teacher of mine was slated to compose, but has given it to me to take on, as he is disposed with other works.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Oh no here's that thing with people hinting at the idea that he was named for somebody again. Again, the temptation is to ask about it, but what if his mom had a good reason for not telling him that particular story? On the other hand, he's an adult now and she can't tell him what to do, but even so. His expression goes kind of distant as he debates with himself, but then the man keeps talking and it's as good an excuse as any to get off the subject. ]

Is it for someone, or something? I've only ever written music for myself, or my friends.

band room

[disharmonizes]

[Salieri can focus on the piano then, as he likes. And when he looks back at his sheet music, there's some... ah... additions...

...completely random notes, scribbled in completely differently with colored pencils.]

Everyone like a collab, right?

[And there's Discord, entirely too close somehow, and he's just leaning against the piano. Hi.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is, precipitately, rather startled when he notices Discord, jolting in surprise, staring a Discord a bit wide-eyed. Then the words register and he glances back at his music to discover Discord's...improvements, and he scowls, reaching out to try and quickly gather it all up]

An unasked for collaboration is not one that anyone likes. [snapped, scrambling to his feet, immediately putting some distance between him and Discord, glaring. He may've accidentally left that ruler behind...]

[disharmonizes]

[He'll just take that ruler then and spin it around in his fingers.]

Isn't music supposed to be your thing? What, can't handle sharing the spotlight? Don't tell me you feel threatened.

[violentenvies]

[oh at that his posture straightens and he lifts his chin, attempting to look down his nose at Discord, despite being at least half a foot shorter than him]

Hardly, when it's with a worthy partner. [he begins putting the papers in his hands to rights, eyeing that ruler a bit] Though I hardly consider you as such.

[disharmonizes]

Oh? Or, perhaps, you're simply not on my level!

[He's just going to poke at a few of the keys on the piano.]

Since your music seems to be so forgettable, who knows, maybe even I'd be more popular!

Kitchen

[mcfife]

[Angus' hunger grows, and the cafeteria is his best bet for a decent meal. Unfortunately, he has no kitchen skills, but he can try to find a decent mix of vegetables.

Upon entering the hall of cookery, he sees that someone else had the same idea: an ally!

He walks up to Saliery confidently.] Would you share some of your meal if I offer assistance?

[Please say yes.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances up from his peeling potatoes as he's approached.] Ah--[well, a little help certainly wouldn't hurt]--certainly, monseiur. I would welcome the assistance, in fact.

[he gestures to the yet unpeeled potatoes.] If you wouldn't mind helping me peel these...?

[mcfife]

I can do that.

[It's just using a knife to cut off a thin layer, right? He takes a small knife, pulls a stool over, and takes a moment to find the right grip.]

Like this... [He talks to himself as he slowly cuts off his first peel. It's pretty jagged.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri watches him do so, and how jagged the first peel is]

Just take your time. Draw the knife towards you in a smooth arc, and if you gently move the potato away from you at the same time, it's easier. [he should know, he peeled a lot of potatos as a child.]

[mcfife]

[Angus nods and does the next peel slowly. It looks a lot closer to how a potato peel should look.]

Ah, it works! Thank you, Salieri. [He's read the yearbook since yesterday.]

band room

[tellthestory]

You want some help with that?

[He's referring to the piano lid, nodding at it as he enters. The Balladeer can play the piano, he's quite sure, but he's content enough to leave the tuning itself to more of an expert.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri jolts at that, startled, smacking his head on the lid in the process and unfortunately knocking it off it's stand, so he has to frantically grab it so it doesn't fall down on his hand.

Once he's sure it's steady, though, he'll glance over at the Balladeer]

Ah...[oh yes. The Narrator.] ...that is, yes. I would appreciate some assistance, if you wouldn't mind helping me remove it.

[tellthestory]

[Yikes! The Balladeer winces. He didn't know there was a slapstick element at play here.]

Sure. I got started on tuning up all the other strings yesterday, but I've never actually gotten the chance to work with a piano. Not too portable.

[Despite that, he moves to help as if he does know how this works.]

[violentenvies]

[unfortunately, Salieri's mun loves slapstick and will apply it whenever appropriate. But, luckily for him and with the Balladeer's help, the piano lid will come off it's hinges easily, once the pins are taken out.]

Ah, true enough. This particular fortepiano is a bit larger than I'm used to, admittedly, and the tuning is different as well from what I'm used to. There are so many more tools. [he gives said tools, sitting on a chair next to the piano, a wry look]

[tellthestory]

The ones I see are usually about this size. Sometimes just standing ones, if there's not enough space.

[That done, he remains by the piano, apparently interested in watching Salieri work.]

But I've never had my own. I'd have to wheel it across the stage or something.

Band Room, after the piano is tuned

[samefacesyndrome]

[ Rina hears the piano tinkering as she passes by and stops for a while, standing outside the room beside the door frame and listening. She peaks her head in to see what's going on but quickly retreats.

After a while of this though she gets up the courage to actually step inside. ]

Excuse me... what are you doing?

[ She thought it was just regular playing or testing the piano at first but the paper is what gets her curious. ]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's been rather focused on his composing. At the voice, he startles a bit, straightening on the piano bench as he turns to see where the voice is coming from]

Ah. [Oh. Another person he hasn't formally met but the hair is very distinct and memorable from the Yearbook photos] Well, I'm composing.

[samefacesyndrome]

[ Whoops. She feels a bit bad for startling him, and bows her head a little in apology. ]

Oh-- I see. [ She probably should have guessed that but oh well. ] Is it for anything?

[violentenvies]

Ah, well, it's a commission, actually. It's to be performed in Paris, when it's finished.