Week Two

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, no murder happened! Instead, a lot of students started work on Salieri's school play, which sounds pretty cool even though it's gonna be short, several people destroyed Bigfoot and got a few mysterious clues, and Orpheus started a fire in the kitchen! All in all, not a bad first week!

Though some people might have gone to talk to Hester, she hasn't made any more public announcements. There's some new papers posted up around the cafeteria, but it looks like it's just your upcoming lunch schedule. Seems like nothing's driving you towards Rule Five except, perhaps, all of the kidnapping and how criminally boring some of you are finding the school. Maybe the Balladeer is right, and you really can just wait this out? Only time will tell!]


Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( No new locations this week, since y'all haven't paid in blood! Hester's office hours are still open, as are regains! Make sure to complete your first activity check by Tuesday! ))

Comments

hidden camera search

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus trails along after her, eyes on the ceiling looking for bafflingly tiny cameras like the one the President pointed out. He's... not exactly known for being the most observant man in the world, though, so his contributions are a bit slim. ]

If they're filming us - someone has to collect the reels, right? If they can even fit film reels in something that small.

[ He frowns, trying to imagine it again. Maybe most of the mechanism is embedded in the ceiling itself? ]

[howtheworldwas]

[ It's all right! By their powers combined they'll probably...find......something........ ]

Maybe they're using really small bits of film. Where do you think they'd hide them?

[themuseabandonsyou]

In the principal's office, maybe? That's where Miss Hester seems to spend all of her time. Maybe that's what she's doing in there. Watching us.

[ That's not a pleasant notion. Although it does beg the entirely irrelevant question - ]

Do you think that's where she sleeps? I've never seen her leave.

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice nods. That makes sense. She makes a note to ask Hester about this. ]

Probably. Bet she's waiting for one of us to break a rule. There could be chambers back there for her and everything.

[ Eurydice wrinkles her nose. Ugh, rich people.

A beat. Eurydice's thinking. ]

We...could try asking President Lincoln again? If he knows where one camera is, maybe he knows about the others.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Maybe? If we can find him again. Do you think there's a way to summon him, or just call him back to us?

[howtheworldwas]

Maybe if we just ask him nicely. He seemed to like you. Can you...I dunno, do whatever it was you did the last time?

[ It's called being friendly, Eurydice!!! ]

[themuseabandonsyou]

I didn't do anything special. All I did was ask him a question when he was already there. We could to back to the scene shop and see if he shows up again if we ask for him, though?

[howtheworldwas]

Yeah, let's do that.

[ Eurydice leads them there, and once they're inside, she stands in the center of the room and speaks loudly. She's not quite yelling, but she's almost there. ]

Hello? President Lincoln? Are you here?

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus raises his voice as well, also not quite yelling but very helpfully projecting so he can be heard clearly from any corner of the room. ]

Mister President? If you're still here, can you help us with something?

[howtheworldwas]

[ A beat. Nothing. Eurydice tries again: ]

We've taken your lessons to heart, Mister President Lincoln Sir, but we'd still like to ask a few more questions! Please!

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus pauses after that, figuring it's probably not too polite to bombard someone with questions before they physically manifest, and waits for the President to arrive. He watches the shadows in the room carefully, waiting for them to resolve themselves into that distinctive silhouette, but when no such thing occurs he looks over at Eurydice, brows furrowed slightly in concern. ]

What do we do if he doesn't come back? [ he asks, at a more reasonable volume. ]