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! ))

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[defyingfrigidity]

[Look, Elsa is, at the end of the day, a politician more or less. She's learned not to let grumpy quips like that affect her too personally - she still worries, of course. She just knows by now when they're very much not directed at her or anything she might have done.]

You're not the only one. [She holds a hand out; in a sudden burst, a few snowflakes flurry around it, before falling gently to the floor.] Something strange has happened to my magic as well. It's like... you can't entirely tap into it, right?

[disharmonizes]

...Something like that.

[He leans back against the wall. Taking a deep breath, focusing, and snapping his fingers again. What follows is a decent imitation of Elsa's snowflakes, though they decide to float up to the ceiling instead of down to the ground.

Still just as small of a display, though.]

It should be all there. No, it is all there. [Definitely not trying super hard to convince himself of that.] Except it feels very, very far away from where it should be and that's simply not right.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Well, that's certainly charming in its own way!]

Exactly. It's like... seeing something sitting at the edge of a high shelf, knowing it's there and being able to see it, but you're just too short to grab it.

[She's glad someone understands. It could be worse - her powers could just be gone - but it's still frustrating.]

What exactly can you do?

[disharmonizes]

The better question would be, what can't I do? [The snowflakes, gently floating upward still, melt away into small cinders, of all things.] My specialty is chaos magic. The potential is pretty much unlimited.

[For a moment, he sounds very pleased with himself. Until, you know, he remembers the predicament here.]

...Which makes not being able to do anything all the more irritating.

[defyingfrigidity]

Chaos magic?

[Now... Elsa understands that "chaos" isn't necessarily evil. She'll call her sister and all their friends chaotic, but in the most loving manner. It's really just more... unpredictable, if anything. Still, she doesn't quite understand how a concept like that can be magic, though she does look absolutely fascinated.]

How does chaos as magic work? Is it simply you being able to do anything you can think of? Or are there some sort of... requirements?

[disharmonizes]

Anything at all, yes.

[No, you know what, bragging time is now. This is a favorite subject of his. Mostly on account of it being, well, about himself.]

My powers are infinite. Simply a little hard to control. Well, impossible to control, actually, for anyone but myself.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Oh. Well... that sounds familiar. And yet it's strange, as well; he freely admits his powers are hard to control, but he still has such a sense of pride about it? He's like a complete opposite of how she was three years ago.]

How do you control it, then?

[Though she's trying not to let it show too much, Elsa is very interested in pretty much everything he's saying. It's... probably a bad idea for Discord to have such a captive audience, but she can't help it! Elsa doesn't really get a chance like this very often.]

[disharmonizes]

Being chaos incarnate myself helps. As well as the millennia of practice, of course, but mostly the first thing.