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

[fourbutts]

[ Janis smiles a little and lets out a small laugh. ]

I'll give her this, we never got into a full-on swordfight.

[ But that... might have been easier than what Regina did do. But Janis is a little cautious about the idea of just tossing that out. ]

But yeah. We, uh. We stopped her from being garbage to everyone else. Hopefully at least until she goes to college.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh, definitely! I've never seen anything quite like it. [ He pauses, thinking, and adds; ] Except maybe the way fireflies glow? Is it kind of like that?

[ It had never really occurred to him to wonder how fireflies lit up like that before, but it would make a lot of sense if they had some kind of fluid inside of them that gave off light. ]

[tellthestory]

Yep! Two different productions, but they still figured out who the other was pretty quick. They were doing fine about it, though - just avoiding each other, I think.

[This is just how it is now.]

[mayavericks]

She's not a robot.. I can say that much.

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus can't think of anything else to say to that, and just slumps back in his chair looking sort of sick. He's not going to sleep well tonight, that's for sure. ]

[employeeoftheyear]

[Luckily, unlike Friday, he is a lot quicker to stop screaming. The gentle calming Orpheus gives him snaps him out of his episode and he takes a few deep breaths.]

R-right. Sorry it's a force of habit.

[That... explains things I guess.]

Still that other dream was really weird! It was like Hester predicted my dreams or something!

kitchen

[tellthestory]

Morning! You want some eggs?

[The Balladeer is here, and he is attempting to make eggs! It is his first time making eggs. You might not want to agree.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus pales, eyes going wide. ]

Oh, um. You too?

[ That's... not reassuring, given his own dreams, but he can put that aside for now. He steps over to kneel next to her bed so as not to be standing over her awkwardly. ]

You don't have to tell me about it if you don't want. But I'm here. Do you need anything? I can probably get you a mug of cocoa or tea or something.

Cafeteria

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus is on his way by on his way to get lunch, and waves to the Balladeer in passing as he goes - only to stop dead in his tracks when the man's voice comes on. For a moment he's absolutely baffled, looking around the room frantically for the source of it. He dismisses the little black box on the table at first - it's much too clear to be a recording, at least to Orpheus's mind, but after a moment of not seeing anyone but himself and the Balladeer he remembers where he is and what the technology here can do.

Hesitantly, he draws a little closer, listening closely. ]

Did you get that out of the machine? [ he asks the Balladeer quietly, not wanting to interrupt but too curious to wait. ]

[tellthestory]

Hm? Oh, yeah.

[The Balladeer blinks, and takes a moment to look up at Orpheus. On the tape, the deep-voiced man is asking questions of another, who sounds increasingly flustered until he finally breaks down:

"Sorry...this is...I don't know if you knew, but my parents died in a car accident, similar to that, when I was thirteen."

"Hm. So maybe you understand. What the worst thing is."]

It's an interview, I think. With a guy named Peter James Howland. He said so at the start - the other one, I don't know his name.

BOY!!!

[tellthestory]

Oh! Is that a dog?

[He's got a guitar around him, but show him a dog!]

[mayavericks]

I'm glad that you were able to put an end to... all of that but --

Are you sure you wouldn't like to see her in a swordfight?

[Whoever this Regina George is... She might like to put the fear of the Giraffe in her. Especially if she can get her hands on her actual rapier.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

The one about the volcano? That was your photograph, right?

[ All that bright and angry burning red. Orpheus grimaces. ]

You... probably dreamed it because of that, not the other way around. It's something we've all been thinking about a lot, for the last week. That's all.

[ He... may not be just trying to reassure Spongebob here. ]

[fourbutts]

[ Janis snorts. ]

No, uh... I mean I would, but I think we've probably done enough to her for now.

[ A slight smirk. ]

If she doesn't learn her lesson, though, I'm not opposed to a little bit of... knightly intervention.

[employeeoftheyear]

You're right, I'm sure it's nothing!

[Granted that dream was very realistic but.

Well, it's not like it's the first time he had weirdly realistic dream.]

So, uh. I guess I should apologize for the way I acted yesterday.

[He doesn't specify which part, as if expecting Orpheus to understand instantly what he's talking about.

... Which is, truthfully, the all of it.]

[samefacesyndrome]

A bomb?!

[ Aaaaaaand she's got the paper in front of her face again. It seems to have made it a lot easier for her to talk and actually raise her voice? ]

That's so dangerous though!

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus, not knowing which voice is the interviewer and which is the interviewee, assumes Peter James Howland is the one he doesn't recognize. ]

That's Lord Hades. I'd recognize his voice anywhere. I've never heard him say so much at once, though.

[ He's not a very talkative god, at least when he comes up to the surface. Maybe he has more to say back at home, but obviously Orpheus has never been there to see it. ]

[mayavericks]

That reminds me...

This Player you keep talking about. How do you know her? Do you know you can trust her?

[mayavericks]

[It's hard to bow like a gallant knight while sitting in a library chair but... He sure does try.]

I am at your service, my fair lady.

[Still, her brows furrow after awhile.]

Can I ask what she did? If only so I know how extreme my intervention should be.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh? Why's that?

[ Orpheus furrows his brow in concern, looking over at Spongebob a bit skeptically, unsure of what exactly he's talking about but suspecting the answer. ]

[alchemistake]

[SORRY RINA...but Varian also seems a little surprised by her outburst too, wow.]

I-it'll be fine, I promise! I'm a professional, remember?

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She's listening to all this and just... ]

Wait... so they weren't just dreams?

[tellthestory]

........what?

[That's enough to get him to turn to Orpheus in confusion. Why would Hades be interviewing some guy? And also...sound so normal?]

[fourbutts]

[ The effort is appreciated - though the second part gets Janis to sort of. Exhale. ]

I mean... if you want to know, but just warning you now, it's not a fun story.

[employeeoftheyear]

Well you know, ever since I've found... [He swallows.] you know, Mumble's body, I feel like I relied on all you guys so much and I didn't do anything in return. You guys have been all so nice to me but in your time of need I couldn't even...

[His eyes suddenly widen in horror.]

Oh dear Neptune I didn't even finish breakfast!

[He looks at the door, as if rushing to prepare breakfast this morning would somehow make up for the lack of breakfast on Friday.]