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

[fourbutts]

Man, you would probably get along with Damien. He might have even heard of your show. I mostly just know, like... a few approximate things about a lot of different shows he talks about.

[ She sighs. She sure misses her self-control friend. He'd be better at this. ]

You wanna collab a little? Add something on? There's all this stuff in here, along with crap from the vending machine... lots of possibilities!

[tellthestory]

Really? I've never talked to someone who might've seen it before.

[The Player sort of had, or at least knew about it? But she's not an audience member, that's not at all the same thing.]

Uh...sure. [He hops off the table and approaches, though he doesn't seem to know what exactly he ought to do.] How do I...?

[Just, like, stick something on?]

[fourbutts]

Well, if you've ever been through Chicago.

[ She moves aside to make some room. ]

Do what your heart tells you, as long as it's vetted by me if you're using one of the power tools. I had to take a whole class about this kind of stuff.

[tellthestory]

Oh, I don't think I want to use the power tools.

[He has no idea how, and therefore it feels sort of dangerous? He's fine without!

But, alright. Do what his heart tells him. That's still a somewhat new directive, as applied to him and not other people. But he has been making an effort at it this past week. The Balladeer looks around for a moment, then picks up a brush with red paint on it and...just sort of makes a slash across the sculpture. Is he...doing it???]

[fourbutts]

Valid. They're... probably not a great sort of thing to mess around with, considering all of this.

[ she watches him go and nods contemplatively ]

Alright, good start. What next, big guy?

[tellthestory]

[Oh, there's more?]

More paint? [He thinks about it for a moment.] You could put some of that recycled wood on it. The ones from old sets.

[fourbutts]

Yeah, that could work. You got one in mind?

[ She's very about letting this man discover the joy of art without too much input from her. ]

[tellthestory]

[Meanwhile, he clearly has no fucking idea what's happening and feels sort of out of his depth. That's more or less a daily thing here, though.]

I don't know, I saw something striped in there.

[It's probably one of the more visually interesting ones? He goes over to the pile and locates something that looks like it might've been part of a fake diner counter at one point.]

I've never seen this side of things - after it's all deconstructed. I wonder if there's pieces of my show floating around somewhere?

[fourbutts]

That'll do it.

[ She starts to sort of examine the piece for a potential place to put that. ]

Could be. Damien says they reuse a lot of props and sets, especially in school productions.

[tellthestory]

I doubt high schools ever do mine. It's a little...controversial. And full of guns. I guess you could ask the actors not to point them directly at the audience like that, but still.

[Could you just sort of......put it on top, or....?]

[fourbutts]

Oof, yeah. The whole assassination thing on its own would be a lot. That and the North Shore Drama Department isn't allowed to have prop weapons anymore since... the Corolianus incident.

[tellthestory]

John likes to yell racial slurs during his number...

[He says with a thousand-yard-stare, like John please stop doing these things in front of the audience]

The Corolianus incident?

[fourbutts]

I... hm. Maybe hire someone more professional than that? Anyone?

[ like yikes!!! ]

You know how it is - theater department director gets excited about trying to do a fancy adaptation of his pet favorite Shakespeare play, suddenly it's the middle of tech week and no one knows what just happened but someone took out an entire row of stage lights. The whole rack, just... [ mimes something falling. ] boom. No one got hurt, but woof, you know?

[tellthestory]

You literally can't have a play about assassins without John. He's their pioneer.

[He rolls his eyes and says it in a sing-song, like he's quoting a melody he does not particularly care to give more than a single word to.]

Yikes. That could've been bad. Aren't those expensive, too? [The practicalities of a lot of these things are a little beyond him, but they seem like they would be.]

[fourbutts]

Eesh.

[ Put! That guy! In jail! For all she cares!! ]

Yeah, it's one of those situations where the kids can't really be blamed for losing the privileges.

[tellthestory]

I mean, he dies in the second scene, but then he just comes right back. It's honestly sort of unfair.

[Why can't he be gone longer???]

Yeah. They must've let the kids here do the lighting, though. That's what that lift's for, right?