Week Three

[stagemanagers]

[Last week, some shit went down! Salieri's scene went off without a hitch, but the good mood didn't last. The first motive was a bit of a doozy, and yet it didn't even have anything to do with the eventual accidental death of Mumble Happyfeet! At least Sissi was already pretty much dating Death anyway, right? She's probably fine, wherever she is.

This week, new menus have been posted in the cafeteria. But, more importantly, it seems that other new information has emerged. Everyone wakes on Sunday with some new memories - or are they old ones? - floating around in their heads. Maybe there was something to your discussions of time travel after all. Maybe there was someting to the Wizard's knowledge of the future.

Regardless, you're still stuck in here. At least there's some new places to explore this week. Maybe you'll find something helpful.]

Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( Be sure to submit your memory regains and your AC for this week! Hester's office hours and the merch booth also remain available! ))

Comments

[brokeforgood]

Right! I'm jealous.

But don't be like that to Spongebob. Let him have this. [THEY'RE SPECIAL FRIENDS NOW, a girl and her cartoon.]

[tellthestory]

That happened in my first show. John, Charlie, Giuseppe...they all die onstage and come back in later scenes.

[And no he cannot comment on the exact mechanics of that!]

[alchemistake]

A small explosive...preferrably. I don't want to make it too big.

[JUST....IN CASE...]

Just something with enough power to open up a wall, or a door even. If that doesn't work, it'll be safe to say we'd exhausted all of our options at that point.

2/2

[violentenvies]

Well, as long as you're sure to be safe about it, I think it's a fairly sound idea.

[PLEASE DON'T BLOW OFF A FINGER VARIAN]

[tellthestory]

Like what?

[He meant it genuinely? But maybe it was a little grim.]

Uh, sorry, Spongebob.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

If there was ever a time to make things explode, now would probably be the time.

[brokeforgood]

No. Everyone got one. [She shrugs. But at least she's not adding any more details?]

[disharmonizes]

[way to get his hopes up]

Oh, come on. We're all trapped here, but there's plenty of room to get away. Why not make it some proper fireworks?

Enough to blow up a room, at least.

[alchemistake]

Gasoline?

[He's more than likely familiar with straight up oil, but gasoline wasn't a widespread invention yet during his time. Please elaborate, sister.]

[fourbutts]

I guess, yeah.

[ She frowns. ]

Hey, question that I hate for the group, while we're here: did any of your memories explain the wrong shit in the yearbooks?

[violentenvies]

Discord.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[There's a soft thud as Cassandra rests her head against a table, wrapped in her arms. A soft whine emanates from within.

Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh she doesn't want this.]

[disharmonizes]

What?

[tellthestory]

[Hey he sort of hates this! But...]

As...long as no one gets hurt...the front doors don't seem that strong. But if it's not appropriate yet, it probably won't work.

[comeandfindme]

[ Those hands go to her forehead. ]

Just try and think before you speak next time, okay? Or have a shred of tact!

[alchemistake]

[Oh my god he was actually worried if Salieri would approve or not, so that sure does help things!]

I promise I'll be careful. You wouldn't believe how many experiments have blown up in my face in the past, but I'm always sure to do so in a ventilated, safe area.

[Probably not quite what he meant.]

[brokeforgood]

[She's just gonna decide this is all about her, because of course it is.]

It's not that bad. She killed me in the shower, so at least I didn't have to die on the toilet.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

Well--

[Cassandra bites her tongue.]

[fourbutts]

Okay, gang, uh... we're all split up all the time, right? So... what areas have we already looked through pretty thoroughly on our own?

[alchemistake]

Glad we're on the same page!

[violentenvies]

Varian is right, a small explosive would be preferable, especially at first. To create a large one would increase the chance of injury exponentially.

Might I remind you that we are certainly not immortal here, and that includes you?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

But... aren't those going to start going bad?

[brokeforgood]

I'll apologize to anyone else who got murdered in their photo! [A beat. Then she looks at the Balladeer.] Sorry.

[Then she looks at Angus.] Sorry.

1/2

[disharmonizes]

[There's just a flash of Actual Rage there, for a moment, before he does his best to just... shrug it off.]

[fourbutts]

[ Just sort of. Gently pats her? ]

Rough memory?