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

[employeeoftheyear]

Aww, I should have brought a blanket too.

[That genuinely sounds super nice right now.]

Oh but you've seen this show? I'm jealous! This is really fun so far! I never knew human bodies were so weird!

[It is in fact the episode where they go inside Arnold's body.]

Re: Library

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongbob waves at Varian as he takes a break from eating a giant back of chips.]

I think it's called the Magic School Bus? It's a really fun cartoon!

[brokeforgood]

They're real. [She exhales heavily, then turns to look at Maya, her expression desperate.]

The photos are real.

[mayavericks]

[It's... easy to put the pieces together with that.]

You remembered something as well, didn't you? You... remembered the photo?

cw: mild disassociation

[violentenvies]

[Salieri wakes up, as he always does, at sunrise. This time, it's with a bit more of a startle--though it's little more than an inhalation of breath. His hands are clenched tight in the sheets, sweat standing out on his brow, eyes wide in the dark of the room as the music feels like it echos through every corner of his soul, beautiful, perfect, sublime. Emotion rages inside him; rapture, jealousy, elation, rage, tearing at him like the phantom drag of hands over his shoulders, his chest, his arms, gripping the back of his neck and forcing him to his knees, yet he feels elated by it--

--Salieri sucks in another breath and sits up a little more quickly than warranted, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, breathing hard, bombarded by that music and, worse, by that man. The frivolous way he'd mocked both Rosenberg and himself, then played music that was so sublime--then had the gall, the gall to lean over and ask, coy, in a voice dripping with smugness:

Well, Maestro? Are there too many notes~?

Salieri's stomach twists, and he pushes to his feet, getting ready as quickly as possible and leaving the dorm, paper and pencils already tucked under his arm and in his jacket, going straight to the band room. There he sequesters himself at the piano, immediately starting to compose. He draws the lines of the staff, presses the keys on the piano, starts to put together a melodic line. But it...is not quite right. Not quite there...

He tosses the paper aside. Then he tries again. And again. And again. Eventually, the floor of the room becomes littered with paper, half formed ideas, crossed out and rewritten time and time again.

Salieri is eventually broken out of his fervor by Farrah, leaving the mess behind as his focus is immediately shifted.

After that, however, he's eventually returning to the Band room, staring at the scattering of papers and just...slowly starting to gather them up. Now that he doesn't have Farrah to focus on, he starts to feel almost a bit outside of himself, detached from what he's doing, but he presses on, continuing to keep cleaning.

Once the papers are regathered he sets about getting more paper, and instead of composing, writing up some posters. He can, afterwards, be found hanging up those posters with some tacks for everyone to see, proclaiming:]

Organizational Meeting To Discuss Creating Emergency Provisions and Searching for Escape Possibilities

Meeting to be held Monday, 7 o'clock in the evening, Cafeteria.

Signed, A. Salieri

[once those are successfully hung up, he'll head back to the choir room, armed with more paper, and, not bothering to re-set up the chairs as he sits down at the piano there to compose. However...it's a bit slower than normal. He still doesn't feel quite himself, like his hands aren't quite his hands, and therefore can't quite put the notes down correctly, or it sounds just a bit off. He erases notes and tries again. Keeps trying.

He'll be in there for a while.]

[brokeforgood]

Riley Williams is a murderous bitch. I told her I was sorry for being so drunk, and she fucking stabbed me! Multiple fucking times! And---

Oh my god. How am I alive?

[samefacesyndrome]

[ "Good morning, Tennoji-san!"
"Your concert was amazing!"
"I want to tell you everything I felt about it! Could we have lunch together today?"

A concert and... her classmates? Was she finally making friends with them? And the thing she put in front of her face--

"Yeah, I would love that!"


When Rina awakens she doesn't think of the dream as anything odd. She doesn't even consider it could be a memory just yet. But she is feeling... happy? And inspired by it? Despite the weekend's events, this little dream makes her feel warm.

She goes to have breakfast but this time she takes a bunch of paper from her room and some pens with her. As she eats in the cafeteria she's busy drawing several faces, each one taking up an entire piece of paper of their own. She's pretty focused on it!

Later on in the day she realizes the west hall is open and goes exploring... and very quickly finds the computer lab.

...

Yeah she's in here for the rest of the day. And probably all week. She might have to be dragged away come bed time because she'll sleep in here if you let her. Even if they're older than she is it's still a comfort to have access to a computer again. ]

Library

[mcfife]

[There are no arcane tomes on magic rituals that Angus can consult here. He should have expected that teaching himself spells wasn't a viable path here, but reading about this history of this world should account for something.

He has a few books with an overview of American history - gotta learn about Lincoln and Roosevelt - and heads out to the tables.]

Maya. May I read here with you?

[mayavericks]

[Even if she expected it, it's still surreal to hear. She looks over Farrah, as if somehow expecting blood to splurt out in every direction.

But it gives her a thought.]

If you are here and alive, then... Perhaps the Wizard possesses the ability to revive the dead. He may be able to bring back those that we have lost already.

[brokeforgood]

I can't believe I'm.... [Sorry, Maya, she's a little self-absorbed at her best, and very self-absorbed right now at her worst.]

She hated me that much.

[mayavericks]

[At first, Maya only intends to glance up and give a nod to whoever her companion is. However, at the sight of Angus, her eyes narrow.]

I was actually hoping to speak with you, so -- [She motions to the table] -- By all means.

[mayavericks]

[Honestly, you're allowed to be a little self-absorbed when you're MURDERED.

She holds her hand out to Farrah.]

What happened to you... Is not fair. No one should have to meet their end like that.

[mcfife]

[Is she angry at him? He slides into his seat wordlessly.]

Did something happen?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah pats next to her, and opens the arm of her blanket-cape to invite him in with her. This should be a little creepy, because he's totes a grown man, but she's fully accepted that this dude's somehow... really spongebob squarepants, beloved cartoon mascot of her childhood. It's less ridiculous than the idea that Riley Williams murdered her.]

Yeah-- we got to watch it in school sometimes, if it was storming outside, or if we were in science class.

They're super weird. And gross.

[mayavericks]

[Her expression is placid as ever, so... Hard to say.]

Do you still have that photo from last week?

[brokeforgood]

I knew the team hated me. But... I liked Riley. She was super intense, and sometimes kind of bitchy, but--- I knew she didn't like me. I fucked everything up. [She glances at Maya's hand-- but ignores it, opting to slump against Maya's shoulder, instead.]

[mcfife]

In my room. [It's not something he wants to look at. Angus attempts to read her expression to no avail.] Why?

[mayavericks]

I believe I recognize the sword being used against you. I wanted to confirm it.

[mayavericks]

[Oh. Okay. This is happening. Maya reaches over and pats her back carefully.]

You did not... mess up. You had no choice in what happened. You were supposed to be caught and you weren't.

[brokeforgood]

Yeah. But outside of that... I was drunk a lot. It never impacted our cheering, but I spent a lot of time in the locker room getting sick before and after routines.

cw: suicidal ideation

[yourattention]

[I'm erasing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder how Connor reacted when he broke your heart
I have torn it all apart, I'm watching it
Burn

There's no drama to the way Connor reacts when he wakes up except for the fact that he seems to be doing things on autopilot. That is, until he gets to the vending machine and the Death Note pops out. He stares down at it in his hands for a moment before flipping it open and writing his own name on the first page over and over and over—]

Fuck! [He tosses the notebook across the room and sinks to the floor.] Fuck.

[Eventually, you might find him in the door to the scene studio. He doesn't appear to want to go in? But he's been just. Standing in the doorway for a while? It's probably fine. Eventually, he can be found in the computer lab working on some art. Hey everybody, it's your favorite OC Jigsaw Enoshima! Actually, he's drawing someone who none of you recognize. Don't worry about it! Also don't worry about the fact that eventually he ends up under the computer desk, crying.

Connor's fine. Everything's fine.]

[mcfife]

[She recognizes...

That's right. He has to stop this future from happening to him. Angus nods and dashes off to his room. After a few minutes, he returns with the envelope holding the wrinkled photo.]

[mayavericks]

Then they should have taken the time to get you the help you needed, not -- [She shakes her head, trailing off.]

Even if we competed against one another, we still held each other up at Seisho.

[But even as she says that, she thinks of Claudine. Of her own memory. Her brows pinch in the slightest as she goes quiet.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob perks up and grabs his snacks to share with Farrah while huddled under the blanket. Sharing is caring after all!

He laughs lightly at the comment.]

I think we could really use something a little weird and gross right now! If you ask me, nothing help out a sad soul quite like a funny cartoon.

[mayavericks]

[Maya accepts the envelope and pulls out the photo. She smooths it out and studies it. With the sword being in the background, it's hard to tell. She can't quite make out whether or not it has the telltale orange jewel. But the size and length is about appropriate, and coupled with the uniform?]

Étincelle de Fierté. [She traces up the length of the sword.] Saijo-san.