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

[mayavericks]

[Maya looks down at the paper for a long, quiet moment. Her expression flattens.]

I am not some beginner performer who needs constant reassurance, Salieri-sensei. Do not patronize me like this.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's expression goes a bit hard at that, and his voice goes a bit sterner]

I am not patronizing you and quite frankly, mademoiselle, I am insulted that you would think so.

[he straightens in his chair, looking at her intently]

A true professional must take a well-rounded view of their performance in order to properly consider every angle with a fair and unbiased view. I've seen enough performers in my time become obsessed with critiquing themselves without the balance of acknowledging the better parts of their performance, and they and their art always suffer for it.

[mayavericks]

How does one improve without critique? I don't need you or anyone one else to tell me that I hit my notes perfectly, that I know how to enter the stage properly. But all that does is put me on par with countless other women.

That is not what makes me a stage girl.

[violentenvies]

I have never said without critique entirely, but there must be a balance. Performing is a tightrope and without it, your position becomes more and more precarious. [cooly]

Now, then, what does make you a stage girl?

[mayavericks]

My brilliance. My shine. It powers the stage, and it is the reason why I alone should stand at the top! Not some inexperienced girl with not nearly the devotion that I have!

[And... she stops short. Her brows lift as she realizes what she's said. She half expects to hear her phone ring, or for the giraffe to speak.

Even though nothing happens, Maya still lowers her head.]

I have spoken out of turn, Monsieur. Please allow me to take my leave.

[violentenvies]

[Ah.

There it is.

It's not the whole truth, but it certainly is quite revealing.]

Not at all, mademoiselle. [his tone is less stern, but still direct] I asked you a question, and you answered it truthfully. I would appreciate that to any sort of platitude.

[he quiets for a moment, observing her closely] If you wish to take your leave, I shan't be the one to stop you, of course. However...I would like to speak to you again tomorrow, if you would permit me.

[mayavericks]

[She nods to him, before turning quickly on her heel.]

Tomorrow. Of course.

[Sorry, Salieri. She's out of there.]