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! ))

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[tellthestory]

[That's a valid question, actually. The Balladeer lifts his head for a moment, like he's either listening for or - perhaps a little weirder - looking for something.]

...no. I don't think so. I think that was just...

[...but he doesn't know. It was nothing. Probably nothing.]

You know, I've been thinking about it. I'm not sure, but...maybe that one time was just because they wanted me to. So I could say the warning out loud, or something like that. If I'm really not supposed to be here, I don't know why it would happen at random like that.

[mayavericks]

I'm afraid I cannot offer comfort, nor conjecture. This... ability of yours is entirely new to me. I would say that it would be impossible for someone to so wholly fetter our abilities, but Elsa-san's own limitations would indicate otherwise.

[Though at that, she taps a finger over her lips.]

Still, she maintains some ability. Would it not stand to reason that you would as well?

[tellthestory]

I have seen her doing magic. I'm not sure if it's really the same...

[But he did do it once, didn't he? The Balladeer opens his mouth, as if to try something, and then hesitates.]

I'm not really used to just...doing it outside of what the narrative demands. For myself, I guess.

[mayavericks]

I suppose that's something I could never relate to. I am, after all, nothing but an actress in a performance, right?

[tellthestory]

[Hm. Yeah, a lot of the stuff he says is pretty opaque to everyone else here.]

I guess it's sort of like...if you were in a play, and halfway through you just started improvising new lines. You can't just do that, right?

[mayavericks]

It would depend on the performance but... Probably not.

[tellthestory]

It'd be like that if I started just narrating random things. But probably worse. Given, you know, everything.

[It's probably not great for an actor who goes rogue, but when the show is your entire reality? What even happens, then?

But then again. No one really likes how this one's going anyway. Does that...change anything?]

Not that this is my show to begin with, I guess.

[mayavericks]

It might save us from this game, though? Surely, things going awry in that sense would be worthwhile.

[tellthestory]

...yeah, that's true.

[The Balladeer nods. It's a show, yes, but it's not...his show. He doesn't have any responsibilities to keep it running. And now, after seeing how affected the cast is, it sort of seems like maybe it would be better if it...didn't. He hadn't thought other people would see it they way they do. Knowing that - maybe they could just start over, get some different people, explain to them what it all was before going in. Maybe they could put on something else. That's not really his problem.

He takes a deep breath. There's no harm in trying; they shouldn't have him here if they absolutely couldn't handle that much. Even decided, though, he's still never really...done this before, not like this. Maybe he'll start small.]

Okay. Let's see. "After the show..."

[After the show, the Balladeer approached Maya and produced a bouquet of roses for a job well done!

...he looks down at the flowers in his hand, and then hands them to Maya.] Good job?