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! ))

Comments

[mcfife]

How can it not be possible? It is a known arte throughout the world.

[...]

This had better not be another reality. [He is going to punch something if it's true.]

[violentenvies]

I have never heard of such a thing, except in the nature of supposing the fantastical after several bottles of wine.

[mcfife]

[Angus drops the peeled potato into the pot and rests his hand in his hands.]

No adventure ever ends peacefully, does it?

One last question - what year is it for you? [He has no clue what he's expecting. No answer will make things better.]

[violentenvies]

1732. [he watches Angus rest his head in his hands, and if that isn't a mood]

And you?

[mcfife]

Originally from 1992. I traveled to some time around the year 1000. We already had space travel by your time.

[Ugh...]

Normally I would run around and seek help, but we are unable to even to that.

[violentenvies]

I beg your pardon...space travel? [say what now???]

[mcfife]

Space travel.

Traveling in space.

[violentenvies]

I...see. [HE DOES NOT SEE AND HE IS PERPLEXED] That is. Ah.

Unexpected.

[mcfife]

It's quite normal in my time. All that it takes is the proper equipment and power.

[That's not what's confusing Salieri, Angus.]

[violentenvies]

The same power as time travel requires? [this is so much]

[mcfife]

Far less than time travel. You need to do a lot of spacetime manipulation to just open a portal to another time. Spaceships just need fuel.

[violentenvies]

..... [SURE]

This all seems...rather fantastical from my perspective.

[mcfife]

But it's reality. [He moves the potato onto his knife hand and pats Salieri on the shoulder.] I'm certain your timeline will eventually catch up, Monsieur

[violentenvies]

[....]

...perhaps. Though something tells me that such a time is farther off than I will one day be able to see.

[mcfife]

[It's a real tragedy, Salieri.

Angus finishes his next potato and lets it drop into the pot.]

Would this be enough for the soup?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri starts a bit as the potato drops into the pot, and his attention jerks back up to Angus from where he'd been giving his own potato a thousand yard stare]

Ah... [he glances down into the pot] Let me just finish this one, and that should be sufficient. [he's going to quickly finish that up and drop it into the pot, before pushing to his feet] Let's move the pot up onto the counter. We will then need to roughly chop these potatoes, and cover them with water.

[mcfife]

[Angus grabs both handles of the pot and lifts it onto the counter. For the chopping, he picks the biggest knife on the rack.]

Onto the counter, they will go.

[violentenvies]

[great, he will definitely let Angus do the heavy lifting here, seeing as he is Mr. Noodle Arms. Though he does look bemused at Angus's choice of knife]

I believe that will be more than sufficient for chopping them. [he'll select one as well, though not nearly as big, and pull one of the peeled potatoes out and begin to start chopping it]

[mcfife]

[Angus mimics Salieri's method. Then does some extra cuts here and there when the pieces end up a bit big.]

Have you cooked as lot as a musician in training?

[violentenvies]

As a musician in training? No, not at all.

At the monastery where I lived as a teenager, yes.

[mcfife]

A religious upbringing, yes? [Let's just assume that monasteries somehow exist in Angus' universe.]

[violentenvies]

Oh no, I was only there for a year or so. But long enough to do some work in the kitchens, cooking for the monks.

[mcfife]

That's more than what I have studied the art of cooking. All I have been able to do is hand over meat during a hunt or re-heat prepared meals.

[violentenvies]

[that'll earn Angus a bit of a chuckle]

Well, fortunately I do know a few things that are fairly easy to make, if you'd like to learn. Aside from potato soup, that is.

[mcfife]

Thank the gods, I cannot survive entirely on soup. [He dumps in the last of the chopped potatoes.] I look forward to your future lessons, Monsieur Salieri. When shall be our next session?