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!]


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(( 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

[disharmonizes]

[...He'll just go ahead and take that cup. It's still weird, eating and drinking things that haven't been conjured out of thin air, more for fun snacking or comedy's sake than anything else.]

...Ugh, yes, well. One time only. [He'll lift his cup.] Just because you actually shook the routine up.

[violentenvies]

One time only, of course. [he leans forward so he can clink his glass against Discord's] I'm glad to have provided to a brief, desperate respite from your boredom.

[disharmonizes]

Far too brief! I'm stuck in a routine, it's awful.

[He'll sip some of that wine after the clinking.]

I've never even had a routine before. Other than the comedic kind.

[violentenvies]

Naturally. Sounds absolutely devastating, you poor thing. [he's not even bothering to hide the smirk]

[disharmonizes]

I thank you for your sympathy in this trying time.

[Just, another sip, also not hiding a smirk.]

[violentenvies]

Of course, monsieur. How could I not be? My sympathetic nature is what I'm known for, after all.

[disharmonizes]

Everyone needs a thing. Good on you for finding yours.

[What? Music, what? Never heard of her.]

1/2

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is relaxed enough and in good enough spirits that that garners little more than a blatant eye roll. Not something he'd normally do so obviously, but it seems warranted.]

2/2

[violentenvies]

And you reap the benefits of such. Lucky you.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, yes, that's just what I was thinking, here in this prison of mediocrity and drabness, lacking any of my usual power. How lucky I am.

It's the little things.

[violentenvies]

It's always important to count your blessings, no matter how small, Monsieur Discorde. [smirking again, drawled]

[disharmonizes]

So you're calling yourself a blessing, then?

[violentenvies]

[For a moment, he's tempted to deny it, as one should. That isn't what he meant, precisely, but...well.]

If that is what you'd like to infer, who am I to protest. Quite flattering of you, even, monsieur.

[disharmonizes]

...Aren't we funny.

[Rolling his eyes. He does not look amused, shut up.]

You didn't put me to sleep, so you get a little slack tonight. So if someone here is lucky, that'd be you.

[violentenvies]

Perhaps I am as well. After all, luck need not be restricted to only one person.

[disharmonizes]

I don't usually share, but I suppose I've already made an exception here.

[Drinking more of that wine. He might go in for a refill, this stuff's alright.]

It was a step above being trapped in stone, if you're looking for very high praise.

[violentenvies]

Very high praise? Why, Monsieur Discooord. [yeah he sure does drawl out that "o" again] It isn't like you to butter me up like this. One could even say that you are the one in a good mood.

[disharmonizes]

I'm always in a good mood. Good is just relative! But I'm never in a nice mood.

...Usually, anyway.

[Must be something in the air. Or the water.]

It was still a subpar spectacle in a school... something.

[...He's a little off his wordplay game tonight, for some reason.]

[violentenvies]

[he'll get another roll of eyes for that, but this more more amused as it is, surprisingly, accompanied by a chuckle]

A something indeed. [dryly, gesturing at the room they're currently in.] Not an ideal choice of venue, but beggars and being choosy. [he takes another drink of his wine, setting the cup down, before moving to pour himself some more, before holding the wine up, arching an eyebrow at Discord in question]

[disharmonizes]

[...Yes please he will have some more. Holding his cup out, thanks.]

I could've snapped my fingers and just magic'd up a better stage myself, if this place wasn't dampening my powers. And if, you know, I cared enough.

[violentenvies]

[he'll pour him some more wine, then, before setting the bottle back on the table]

There is that, I suppose. [he'll toast Discord briefly, before taking another drink]

So, obviously you would not magic up a stage. What would you magic up?

[disharmonizes]

This entire place to dissolve into sand, maybe. Make sand castles out of what's left.

Or make it fall over like cheap cardboard. Maybe a flood of chocolate in the principal's office. [Taking a sip.] Or wine.

[violentenvies]

[At the last two, Salieri's expression somehow...sparks with interest, smirk curling the corner of his mouth again]

One would think chocolate or wine would be far too kind. People like those sorts of things, you know.

[he shifts to put his elbows on the table, leaning towards Discord, expression turning almost conspiratorial]

Perhaps something more...disgusting? Water from the Wien would be a good option.

[disharmonizes]

You think that, but it's impossible to clean up. But I suppose I can be open to suggestions

Not that I'm familiar with your suggestion. I'll take your word for it, though. [He leans back, relaxed.] Maybe I should open up a suggestion box.

[violentenvies]

The Wien River flows through Vienna, where I'm from, and it is absolutely vile in the middle of town. [he smirks around his cup, taking another sip, still leaned across the table towards him] You certainly could open a suggestion box. I'm certain everyone here could come up with some very creative options out of spite alone.