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

[tellthestory]

[This was...unexpected. The Balladeer looks around at everyone else first, growing increasingly more doubtful. What's his future hold? He couldn't even start to guess. Could it really be anything that much worse than just...going back to his show.

Frowning, he opens the envelope and slides the picture out.

He immediately makes a loud choked-off sound, his free hand flying up to cover his mouth. His grip tightens on the photo to the point of nearly crumpling half of it, but he can't seem to avert his gaze.]

[whatyouwant]

Balladeer?

[Elle places a gentle hand on his arm.]

[tellthestory]

[He jerks, like he hadn't noticed her approaching.]

I - um.

[His gaze drops back to the photo, and he shudders.]

I'm...I've just never seen...

[whatyouwant]

It's going to be okay.

[Elle looks down at the picture.]

cw: gore

[tellthestory]

[The picture shows a body lying on a stage. While the flannel shirt certainly makes it look like it's probably the Balladeer, you can't really identify him for certain, because the entire head has been reduced to a radiating splatter of gore. Sometimes, a certain someone uses a sniper rifle at closer range than they should!]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle gasps and looks away.]

We don't- that can't- it isn't real. Even if it is, we don't know it's you.

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer flinches and folds it up quickly. He hadn't really meant for anyone else to see...that, it's too terrible to be showing around.]

It...it looks like...

[It doesn't look like anybody anymore, really. But he touches a hand to his chest. The body had been wearing flannel, just like he usually did. Still does sometimes, although he isn't now; lately he's been really into the outfits Elle picked out for him.]

[whatyouwant]

It looks like a white guy wearing a flannel.

[With his head blown off and so much blood. So much blood, oh god...]

It could have been a million different people if it isn't photoshoped or something.

[tellthestory]

Who else would it be?

[It's supposed to be of his future. And he doesn't even know that many people to begin with, much less people with similar fashion tastes!]

[whatyouwant]

Literally anyone! The Wizard is probably just lying, trying to get us to turn against each other or something! He could have gotten that picture off some sick weirdo website.

[tellthestory]

I - do they have those?

[Not the point.]

I mean, I wouldn't...I'd never kill anyone. Especially not for something like that. [weird way to phrase that but alright]

[whatyouwant]

Yeah, you can find anything on the internet.

[Elle smiles]

That's because you're a good person! Come on, we're not going to listen to his lies!