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]

[Oh rip I should have clarified that!

But that's neat! He's just gonna play that and have a good ol' time! :)]

[violentenvies]

I...do not know. Like the Balladeer, she may not have much sway or choice in her role. But that is not a certainty yet.

However it is clear that the proceedings did effect her emotionally.

[stagemanagers]

[It's a totally normal copy! You're good - except for the expected ways in which you may not be, I guess.]

[brokeforgood]

[That makes Farrah smile again, and she takes the photo from him-- using her thumb to cover up both Riley and the shower that killed Farrah.]

I will. And I'll keep the rest of the photo. Just in case.

[disharmonizes]

I'm a wonderful audience! You can insult people, I'll throw tomatoes, it'll be a party.

[violentenvies]

[he HATES how much he enjoys the idea of that.

He eyes Discord for a long moment, considering]

...intriguing. You have my attention. I do enjoy insulting people when it is warranted.

[tellthestory]

I had one, too.

[That's. Weirder, now.]

[disharmonizes]

[gottem]

We can take turns picking targets.

[whatyouwant]

[Bruiser pushes up into the scritches, but does not move to stand up from Elle's lap. He's very happy right here.]

I checked him over, he seems like he's fine, so he must have been able to eat something in there.

[mayavericks]

Right.

Then --

Tendo Maya and Antonio Salieri (henceforth known as Party A), do swear to allow one Discord Discord (Party B) full reign of terror on our wellbeing. This terrormaking may only occur between the hours of 7:00 a.m. to 10:00 p.m., Gershwin time. In exchange, Party B must limit all other forms of harmful chaos-causing and mischief making in the presence of others. Additionally, while Party A must bear the burden of being mischief-made, they have the authorization to verbally object, protest, or return fire, so long as Party B is not inhibited from their legal right to cause chaos.

Should this contract be voided in any way, the maligned party will have absolute authority to punish the offender in full, provided said punishment does not include extreme injury and/or murder.

[violentenvies]

[that'll raise his eyebrows]

Oh? [and he leans forward a bit, resting his elbows on the table] Are there any restrictions on said targets?

[disharmonizes]

Fair game so long as we both agree on them.

[violentenvies]

[it is a very enticing suggestion...]

...I suppose there are a few courtiers that I would love to see pelted with tomatoes....

[violentenvies]

Much better, thank you.

[disharmonizes]

Tomatoes for them, popcorn for us.

I do love a good show.

[disharmonizes]

[Already ready with a pencil in his hand.]

Just tell me where to sign.

[mayavericks]

With a pen, Discord.

It isn't official, otherwise.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri sits back in his chair for a moment, arms folding, studying Discord]

...and what's the catch, then?

[whatyouwant]

Yeah, it'll be a tight fit, but probably safer. No good planning to escape if he can just listen in and counter us.

[disharmonizes]

Blame Salieri, he only left pencils on the table.

And I, for one, am appalled at the lack of professionalism.

[tellthestory]

It's just life, for me.

[Which...well. Maybe it is fucked up, but what can you do?]

[disharmonizes]

[...he actually just sort of tilts his head at that]

Hm?

[barberic]

My age was the only thing that was truly wrong, for me. And my dream explained about two years of the missing time.

...And I have physical proof that what I dreamed was real.

[violentenvies]

What happens if I don't agree to your choice of target? You dangle me over the open ocean until I do?

[mayavericks]

[Maya doesn't roll her eyes. She does give Discord a stern look as she hands the pen over, however.]