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

[howtheworldwas]

Hmmm. [ Eurydice thinks about that for a moment, and takes another sip of her mead. ]

I know it's your whole thing, but you're really good at telling stories. And performing. And it felt like you really liked what you were doing, you know? Kind of reminded me of Orpheus.

[ that's VERY high praise ]

[tellthestory]

Oh - thank you, that's very kind.

[He doesn't have quite the reverence for Orpheus that Salieri does, but the Balladeer is always weak to any sort of compliment.]

I guess you could say I was made for it, but I do enjoy it, too.

[howtheworldwas]

That's good. It would be really mean if you were made for it, but didn't enjoy it. [ Eurydice offers a smile. ] Honestly, I wasn't sure I was going to like it, but then, I did!

[ The performing arts have always felt like luxuries and wastes of time, but between this and Orpheus's music...maybe Eurydice's not so sure she believes that, anymore. ]

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer returns the smile!]

Good! Yeah, it seems like a lot of people here aren't really used to seeing opera - heck, I'm not really used to it myself.

[howtheworldwas]

Really? I figured you'd know all about it.

[ Since he's a Narrator, even though Eurydice has a shaky understanding of what that means. ]

[tellthestory]

I'm not from an opera.

[No real reason to!]

[howtheworldwas]

[ oh, that kind of makes sense? ]

Mm. What kind of story are you from?

[tellthestory]

A musical play. Just a one-act thing, sort of...maybe a little weird.

[People mostly think he's weird for being from a show at all, but even within that context there's a lot of weird shit going on there.]

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice takes another sip of her mead. ]

Everywhere's weird. Being from a play sounds kind of nice.

[ Less to worry about, she's assuming. ]

[tellthestory]

...does it?

[That's an uncommon opinion!]

Why's that?

[howtheworldwas]

[ Later, Eurydice is going to deeply regret drinking this much mead. ]

In stories, people don't go hungry, or worry about where they're gonna sleep at night, you know?

[tellthestory]

...that's true. Unless it's about that. But if it's not - I never really ate or slept, there, but I never felt hungry or tired either?

[Is that good or bad? He hasn't minded the fact that it's changed; makes him feel a little more human.]