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]

[Salieri can't help but smile a little sheepishly at the teasing, feeling his cheeks go a little hot with it, but nevertheless he's...pleased]

How could we do otherwise?

[ah but yes, subject change]

Ah...to be honest, I could use some assistance, if you're offering. I've been making an attempt to sort through it all, but it's becoming a trial. Much of it I've ended up putting in the Costume Room, simply because they seem like items that belong there, but...[he huffs out a sigh]

[barberic]

I'd be happy to.

[Looking over the piles on the table, he notices a black notebook and carefully uncovers it, turning it over. His eyebrows shoot up when he sees the words on the front.]

A 'Death Note?' What on earth is this?

[He opens the front of it, skims, and goes pale.]

[violentenvies]

Hm? [Salieri glances over as Benjamin mentions it]

I beg your pardon? [he's going to lean in to see what he's found, frowning at the expression on Benjamin's face] What is it?

[barberic]

Possibly a kind of cruel joke.

[He passes it to him, almost reluctantly.]

Call me superstitious, but I don't think it's quite worth the risk.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri accepts the notebook, frowning, opening it slowly and reading through the instructions. As he does so, he pales, setting the thing down]

I--no, no, you're quite right. It's not worth the risk at all.