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

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's attention is immediately pulled away from Hester as she disappeared and Farrah opened up her own envelope--and of course, as soon as the singing starts, he's moving to go over and check on her]

Farrah? [yep he'll just reach out and gently set a hand on her shoulder]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ He almost doesn't hear Peregrine on his way out the door, but by chance or by will of the Fates that murmured question catches his ears, and that draws Orpheus up short. He pauses, a look of horror dawning on his face, and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the envelope and breaking the seal.

The photo is a wide shot of the dusty main street of the railway stop - where he was born, where he grew up, where he spent most of his life. He's not surprised. But what does hit him is the people in it - the house band from the bar are set up in the street, playing to a crowd of travelers and the few people who actually live in town. At the front he can just make out the back of his own head, and standing on either side of him are Mister Hermes and Lady Persephone.

He chokes, and shoves it back in the envelope. ]

No. He can't - if he could make the people just disappear, Miss Hester would've said that instead, right?

[whatyouwant]

Connor, you need to breath.

[Elle gently takes his shoulders and squeezes, trying to give him something else to focus on.]

Breath with me, okay? [She starts taking loud, slow inhales and exhales.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[He looks at his picture.

And blinks.]

... Does the Wizard think I’m gonna snap and kill someone if he keeps telling me Bikini Bottom is getting destroyed?

[He seems less horrified and more deeply confused.]

[comeandfindme]

[ She shakes her head. ]

Howl's never on vacation. He barely leaves his cottage, unless it's to hunt.

[tellthestory]

...I know he's been worried about it. He thinks it's his responsibility to write a song good enough to fix the seasons.

[Salieri seems kinda off. But the Balladeer isn't quite sure what he...ought to do about that? Frowning, he bends to start help picking up the papers.]

Are you okay?

[comeandfindme]

[ COOL... VERY COOL... Peregrine folds the photo up nervously. ]

[comeandfindme]

[ The look in Peregrine's eyes isn't that of the self-assured teenager she's been presenting. She simply shakes her head.

She doesn't know. ]

[disharmonizes]

[Discord rolls his eyes at the whole thing, almost casually pulling out what's in the envelope. Casually throwing the envelope itself over his shoulder.

He thinks he knows what's in there and he's ready to just brush the whole thing off.

Turns out it's something else entirely. And as he looks at this, Discord's eyes narrow and he looks absolutely seething.]

Oh, so that's the game now, is it?

[brokeforgood]

Hey. [She glances up at him-- she's not nearly as lost as she was last week, but she's still distressed.

She holds the photo for him to see. It's a pink bedroom that's neat, and carefully decorated. There are twinkle lights hanging, and shelving with rows of trophies, gold medals, and... horse figures? Weird.]

[brokeforgood]

Maybe he's on a hunt? [Her voice is just slightly pleading, like maybe if she suggests it, it'll comfort Peregrine. ... She also doesn't want to think about what it means for her own photo, if that's true.]

[sugarlumps]

...I mean it's still, like, obviously a lie and junk, it could just be way stupider than it is.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

["Inside the envelopes are places you love. Homes, secret hideaways, jobs. If rule five isn’t acted upon by this Friday, these places will vanish forever and never be seen again."

A place she loves, a job, secret hideaways. Well, what else would it be?]

You can't seriously think that's going to actually happen!

[violentenvies]

[Salieri frowns, slightly, studying the picture for a moment...before he glances back at Farrah]

Initially my thought was whether this was your room, however...[considering what she told him yesterday about why she wanted to keep that photo] Your sister's?

[voicerights]

[The SQUIP regards Hester without reaction. Then it looks around at those gathered, one by one.

Then it simply turns back towards the Ambassador Dormitory, and walks away.]

[comeandfindme]

...Maybe. [ But she's not usually that lucky, is she? ]

[mcfife]

If the place is important enough.

[He has a loose grip on the envelope, the corner of his photo peeking out.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ It's tempting to just leave. Run off, find some secluded corner with Eurydice and talk this over with her, and leave everyone else to figure it out. But Peregrine is his friend, and she seems so worried -

He turns around and takes a step closer, asking, quietly; ]

Who is he, to you?

[sugarlumps]

[In a not-really-stage-whisper-]

It's cause he's real dumb.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa doesn't even need to open her envelope. She knows what's going to be in there, if she does; Arendelle. The only home she's ever known. The place where her most fondest memories reside.

Everyone I've ever loved is here within these walls....

She has a duty to her family. To her people. She has to protect them. But...]

No. I refuse to believe this. All of this is just a trick.

[fourbutts]

[ Janis looks at her motive. Blinks. ]

Oh, no, my part-time job at the Bath and Body Works that I've already been super fired from since you kidnapped me.

[ That's just a picture of a mall. ]

[whatyouwant]

Oh, uh. [Elle holds up the book in her hand]

I sorta remember getting accepted to Harvard, so I figure I should do some studying?

[violentenvies]

[Now that is a tone he's only heard out of Discord once--exactly a week ago, in fact. But this is somehow even more intense, more angry. If such were directed at Salieri himself, he might've been scared.

Instead he gives Discord a frown that is a little close to concern.]

Is it...similar to last week?

[that is to say, the whole mortal thing, bud]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle nods, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand.]

Yeah! This is Bruiser! Bruiser, say hello. [The dog stops licking long enough to let out a happy yip. Elle, shifts him under an arm so she can stand up.]

He just came out of the machine, and I-I didn't realize how much I missed him.

[comeandfindme]

[ She hesitates a moment. ] He's...my mentor, my teacher, my...

...He's family. I'm— we're the only family he's got left.