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

[feudalladyshandmaid]

It's not terrible?

[It's fascinating how in-sync Cassandra and Elsa's performances had been. A fantastic mixing of voices that made their scenes really pop. So, not only was Cassandra riding the same high as Elsa, but she had even indulged a bit in the same mead.

Alcohol wasn't customary for the rank-and-file servants of Corona's castle. More of a hobby and past time for some, but not Cassandra. She didn't touch the thought, believe it would dull her senses. The fuzziness in her head that was simultaneously setting her face aglow seemed to confirm that. Not that she terribly minded.]

And trust me... I do not drink much.

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's strange, to really sync with someone like that. Not strange in a bad way, but in a way that Elsa's never experienced before. To move and hear and feel the way their voices flow together in perfect harmony was an amazing feeling, and she'd be lying if she said there wasn't still a hint of that buzz as Cassandra speaks up.

... And Elsa has to laugh. It seems the other woman has been causing a lot of that in her lately.]

Your red face seems to support that claim. Are you feeling okay?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Who, me? Pfff. [Harmony! That's the word of it. Their harmony had exceeded Cassandra's, admittedly pretty meager, expectations. The high she felt from actually accomplishing such a feat was continuing to soar into the party. Of course, that may have also been the mead.]

I'm just fine! Going great! [A thumbs up! See? Fine!] How about you?