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

[violentenvies]

[oh no]

I see. And yet...you seem no more sober than a moment ago.

[disharmonizes]

Excuse you, maestroooo, I'm not drunk!

[draping more. hi.]

[violentenvies]

[alskdhfs there is suddenly a lot of person draped on him and this is So Much.

He huffs, trying to shrug him off a bit into his own seat with little success, rolling his eyes]

Of course you aren't. That is quite plain.

[u g h, this is the result of him being relaxed for once. Terrible]

[tellthestory]

[And here comes the Balladeer, wandering by!]

Hey...guys.

[And giving this whole thing a bit of a side-eye as he registers the entire scene, tbh!]

[violentenvies]

Monsieur Balladeer. [Salieri's eyes widen, trying to straighten, but he's being weighed down at the moment and it is not as successful as he would like. When it becomes apparent he's not shrugging off Discord that easily, he looks at the Balladeer with something like mild desperation]

Ah, it seems Monsieur Discord has overindulged. Some...assistance would be appreciated.

[help him please]

[disharmonizes]

[He sure is not shrugging Discord off. Gravity will not let this happen. rip in fuck.]

Sounding reaaal judgy. Just saying.

[tellthestory]

Uh...yeah, okay.

[He sure has overindulged, hasn't he? The Balladeer walks over and sizes up the situation. Luckily, he's seen this sort of thing often enough.]

I'll take one arm and you take the other?

[violentenvies]

If that will get him off me, then yes, alright. [SIGH he is just going to give the Balladeer a suffering look] It seems I've already got one side, for better or for worse.

[disharmonizes]

My good side, too.

[does he know what we're talking about? probably not!]

Y'know, if you're gonna sing about how much you hate me again, now's the time, maestro.

[tellthestory]

Alllright, buddy, come on.

[The Balladeer leans down to drape Discord's free arm over his shoulders and, with Salieri's help, hoist him up.]

Don't mind me, if you do want to sing. [He's probably teasing?]

[violentenvies]

[lskdfhs Salieri's going to roll his eyes skyward for a moment, at that as he gratefully gets to stand as the Balladeer's takes some of the weight off of his shoulders.]

The only thing I'd be singing tonight would be a drinking song. [dryly]

[disharmonizes]

[Oh boy he sure is being lifted up to his feet. Oh, look, gravity's reversing, maybe his magic's working again.]

Wellllll, what're you waiting for?

[Sing, Maestro, sing!]

[tellthestory]

Doubt we even all know the same drinking songs.

[Does he even know any drinking songs?]

[violentenvies]

[At that, Salieri leans a bit around Discord to eye the Balladeer]

Do you know some drinking songs, then? [though he kind of jerks his head towards the door also, time to get this big lug out of here]

[disharmonizes]

Psh. Stalling.

[If you don't want to sing, just say so, GOSH.]

[tellthestory]

[Well, fine, he'll just sing the first thing he can think of, then.]

Drink with me,
To days gone by.
Sing with me
The songs we knew.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri opens his mouth to respond to Discord, but then the Balladeer beings to sing, and he closes it, looking over at him. Listening.

There's a small curve to the corner of his mouth. This is a nice song--he'll just listen for a moment. After all, he has a lovely voice; perfect to shoulder the annoying trial of getting Discord to his bed]