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

[disharmonizes]

...A little of both. But mostly the latter.

Much more than a dream, of course. My dreams are zany and nonsensical and they're still not as... unlikely. I have no doubts about it being true.

[So out there that it can't be a lie, or something like that.]

Cafeteria

[violentenvies]

[Salieri isn't entirely recovered from Sunday, but he's at least feeling a little more himself. In fact, he's coming into the Cafeteria for a cup of tea--which is when he spots Benjamin at the table. His expression immediately brightens, and he lifts a hand in greeting]

Good morning, Benjamin.

Library

[samefacesyndrome]

[ It's not like Rina didn't know who Elsa was. They'd been in the same dorm for two weeks now and have been at some of the same gatherings (including... that awful trial). She'd read the yearbook several times so she knew everyone's names... at this point it was hard to not know who everyone was. But it was like in that way you eventually learn the names of everyone in your class. Just because you're around each other and know their names, doesn't mean you really know them. And just like with her actual classmates back home, she had struggled to approach everyone.

...But it shouldn't stay like that, should it? She hadn't talked to Mumble or Sissi either and now they were both gone. She didn't want to regret not at least talking to the rest of her dorm more. And she had a special tool now to make it easier to talk to others, didn't she?

So spying Elsa in the library she makes the decision to approach her, one of her expression sheets up. ]

H-Hello... Are you feeling any better, Elsa-san...?

[ She had caught a bit of what happened this morning when Orpheus talked to her, on account of being used to getting up really early for school but had kept to herself in bed and tried not to listen since she didn't want to be rude and eavsesdrop. Still, it was hard not to worry a little. ]

[disharmonizes]

Ah, an actual productive use of our time here, excellent!

[No sarcasm, this is genuine.]

We have been horribly starved of entertainment here. So, anything good?

[disharmonizes]

I'm sorry, the what?

[ONLY ON DWRP]

Cafeteria

[whatyouwant]

[Elle is passing through on her way to make some food when she sees Benjamin sitting there, one of the only people who actually looks happy.

Oh thank god.]

Good morning, Mr. Ben! What'd you have there?

Cafeteria

[whatyouwant]

Good morning!

[Elle takes a seat across from Rina, smiling.]

I'm sorry we haven't really talked yet. I'm Elle!

[violentenvies]

[now isn't that a question. That'll earn Varian another few blinks]

...I am...uncertain. What time is it?

[violentenvies]

[hm??]

If you have a moment to spare, I certainly would appreciate the help.

[violentenvies]

I--yes, perhaps. [there's something like dread that lodges itself in his stomach at that suggestion. How could he face Monsieur Orpheus like this? Somewhere, he can hear that same melody drift at the edges of his consciousness, digging in its sharp little fingers and his gaze goes a slightly distant]

Perhaps...I did say that I would help, but...perhaps another time. [and he's bending down to continue picking up papers.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri visibly startles when Discord speaks--apparently he hadn't even noticed he was there, at first. He turns to look at him, blinking a couple times, seeming to almost come back to himself--before he's turning to continue collecting those papers.

He doesn't respond.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances over at Cassandra as she comes over, offering her a nod]

Mademoiselle Cassandra. I am indeed. [he huffs out a small sigh, moving to tack up another poster] I'm hoping that we can at least get a couple endeavors of the ground this way.

[violentenvies]

[he'll hold her as long as she needs]

In this, I won't fail you. I swear it. [Whatever happens from here on out, he will have her back. No matter what.]

[disharmonizes]

[...okay, what?]

Hellooooo? [He'll just maybe pick up some of those papers before Salieri can, waving them in front of him.] Ugh, the silent treatment, really?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri nods at that, considering]

That's a very good idea. Perhaps later this week, on Wednesday or Thursday perhaps, a group could be gotten together to spend time doing what needs to be done to create more preserves?

[violentenvies]

[he jerks a bit, eyes closing briefly, before opening again as the papers are waved in his face. He takes in a slow breath, before reaching to snatch those papers from Discord's hands]

I doubt this will have any effect, but I seem to not be in the mood for your commentary this day. [there...should be some more annoyance in the tone of his voice, right? Instead, they come out sounding a little dull]

[disharmonizes]

That hasn't really stopped me any other day so far.

[As if Salieri is EVER in the mood.]

[violentenvies]

[there's a brief pause]

...no, I suppose not. [he goes back to gathering up the papers] As I said, I was not expecting such a statement to affect you.

do u ever have a tag u were sure u responded to and then didn't slkdhs

[violentenvies]

Just in case? [innnnnn case of what??]

[disharmonizes]

[He leans back, just raising an eyebrow at this, because what. Frankly Salieri was in a better mood, in... a way, right after the trial than. whatever this is right now.]

Well, something is going on with you. You're somehow both less and more moody.

I'm almost impressed.

[violentenvies]

[at that, his lips press together a little bit]

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

[disharmonizes]

I'm sure you don't. I'm sure you haven't noticed at all that you're a little off key today, Maestro.

cw: more disassociation + flashbacks

[violentenvies]

[the wording alone (off key) would be enough to spark something, but when Discord calls him that, he goes very, very still]

Don't--[his voice is Well, Maestro? choked, a bit strangled]--don't--[Are there Salieri's expression goes distant as he stares down at the floor, that voice curling cloyingly through his mind too many notes~?] Do not--[coy, mocking, stirring something like anger low in his gut] call me that. [this, with some actual force and some anger behind it, the last word almost a growl]

[disharmonizes]

[That just seems like an extremely disproportionate response and Discord isn't actually trying to be difficult here, necessarily, but he sure as hell is confused.]

What, Maestro? Your title? The thing I've been calling you this whole time.

[Not respectfully, of course not, but it's like, their thing.]

[mcfife]

[His arm snaps out to grab for the handle. She can't accidentally cut herself with this, he can't bear to lose another person.]

Are you sure? It's not the real thing? [Grabbing it anyway, horrified that she'll be wrong and...huh. It's not wood. He swears the handle was made of wood. Angus visibly relaxes.]