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! ))

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[brokeforgood]

[Farrah arches an eyebrow right back, mouthing something that's clearly a "What?!?!" complete with that level of sass-- but after a few seconds she sighs and takes her feet down, and sits up. She takes one last swig from the bottle, unable to restrain herself from continuing to test him by being as irritating as possible. Then she sets the bottle in front of him. If they must use glasses, she'll let him pour it.]

[brokeforgood]

Like-- video! [Jesus, this is worse than trying to explain snapchat to your parents.] Or-- Okay, basically it's just watching something that happened already.

Sometimes these things go viral-- it's not like being sick, but it spreads like it. And sometimes they get hundreds of thousands of views in just a few days, as people all over the world watch the same video, because it's like. Funny.

[tellthestory]

...could be.

[Yeah, on reflection, he can...kinda see that.]

He said his name was Peter, though. Not - he didn't, the other guy did. In the opener.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri just keeps a raised-eyebrow expression through most of that, until she sets the bottle down. Then he glances at the bottle, then at her--and without breaking eye contact, reaches out to take the bottle, and leans his head back to take a swig of it, before lowering it again.

Two can play that game. He isn't a friend of Joseph II for nothing.

And then he's going to pour them both about half a glass, and set the bottle back down on the table between them.]

[tellthestory]

Oh. That sounds nice.

[Makes him feel bad that he didn't read that into it, really!]

Maybe he's just... [Played by the same guy NO DON'T SAY THAT] ...similar. To Hades. They sound like they might be.

[voicerights]

[(・_・;)

The SQUIP looks down at her before reaching up to take it off]

It came from a coin. It's yours?

[samefacesyndrome]

Okay!

[ She moves to start gathering things but... very quickly spots SANIC. ]

Hm?

[ She reaches out for him to get a better look. ]

Oh, it's Sonic! That's so cute!

[ > v < ]

[voicerights]

[This guy again. To be fair, the SQUIP shouldn't dismiss the one who makes breakfast...]

I am not 'playing' anything. As I am unable to properly sync up with these systems, I must do so manually.

[violentenvies]

[okay you know what he's going to accept this as a thing because he's been pretty much doing that with everything insofar and it's been working out alright]

Okay. So funny things that have happened already go viral around the world because people want to watch them?

[. . . .]

Like some really interesting gossip in Court. [THAT'S THE CLOSEST COMPARISION HE'S GOT]

1/2

[samefacesyndrome]

That's good... I've been okay. It's been pretty quiet without incident...

[ ...

...

fret fret fret ]

[samefacesyndrome]

[ She lowers the paper down enough so her eyes can be seen, suddenly worried that she may seem disingenuous saying this with her face hidden away. ]

Um... I-I'm sorry I haven't talked to you much before now... I um... was just kind of nervous talking to anyone...

[brokeforgood]

Yeah! Like that! [at least this time she isn't making shit up--- like when she told him Vienna doesn't exist anymore.]

Except, you know-- how sometimes gossip isn't actually all that funny, and it's actually really serious?

It's racc time

[alchemistake]

[The school is big enough that a lot of the time, people end up pretty spread out throughout the day, especially with the new wing to explore. One part of the building that almost always sees some sort of activity, however, is the Cafeteria. People have to eat, right?

Maybe that explains the weird rustling in the Cafeteria, coming from inside?

Should you choose to investigate, one will walk into an empty cafeteria. Nobody else seems to be around...yet, there's a trash can pushed up against the wall that keeps. Vibrating. They're probably not supposed to do that.

They probably don't have tails either, which comes flicking up into view as the creature inside carefully starts to back out as he balances himself precariously on the lip of the can, just barely managing to hang on thanks to how...plump he is.

Or, maybe instead you were already here, trying to enjoy an innocent meal? Whatever it is you're eating, all it takes is for your eyes to leave your plate for a second...because upon turning back, there's a little hand reaching up through the gaps in the tables that pats at the table and your plate, trying to find any piece of food to snatch off of it.

If you don't catch the thievery going on in the kitchen, you might run into something darting around your ankles in the Hallway. Whether it trips you up or not, the figure comes to a stop at the far end of the hallway and sits back on his haunches, turning to look at you with a whole pizza crust in his mouth. He stares for a second, eyes lit up in the shadow of the corner, before he turns and takes off down the next bend of the hallway.]

[OOC: This toplevel is solely going to contain threads with Ruddiger! He's a disney animal, so he's not only intelligent, but he'll be able to understand what you say to him even if he's not...necessarily going to listen, depending. When you're ready for Varian to eventually rejoin the chaos, you can bring him back to him in the auto shop or let me know in the header you're ready for rescue and Varian will come looking for him.]

[violentenvies]

Yes, I'm very well aware of that. It can ruin lives, even, if malicious enough. [he's seen it enough times in Court. The wrong word in the wrong ear, and someone ends up in disgrace and sometimes destitute.]

[alchemistake]

I can try to teach you! Well, if we ever get some cards, anyway.

[Rina would literally destroy everyone at Poker I'm just saying.

Varian does lean in a little closer though as Rina shows the game off, watching as the cards dart all over the screen. Honestly, he's still having a hard time wrapping his head around technology this advanced, but that doesn't mean he's any less fascinated by it.

He doesn't even realize how hard he's smiling until he feels the way it's making his face sore. He's not sure he's smiled like this in weeks, actually, and he ends up laughing after Rina does.]

Wow! That's really cool, Rina...what other games do you like to play on the computer?

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah nods at that, though her eyes do flutter away, to stare at her feet.]

Yeah. Super life wrecking. Anyway, there's this video on there called Epic Cheerleader Fail. Millions of people have seen it, and there are like-- remixes with funny noises-- "WORST CHEERLEADER TEAM EVER" captions--- anyway. In it, this girl starts to lift her teammate for a throw, but she fucks it up-- and the other girl falls.

Which is how I got my concussion. Chess was high, and fucking dropped me, I hit my head, and now I'm internet famous for being the fail cheerleader.

Cafeteria

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob is busy making breakfast when he notices Ruddiger rummaging through the garbage sans Varian. Sure, Varian warned him about wild animals but... well... this was just such a cute land mammal! Surely he couldn’t mean any harm!

He tries to call out to him before realizing he can’t speak anymore, so instead he starts whipping up a tiny Krabby Patty.

Wonder who that’s for.

[brokeforgood]

[She manages to match his serious expression until he sets the bottle down, but by then it's clear that she'd be roaring with laughter if she could. She had placed him as some weird stuffy guy with too much makeup at first-- turns out he was actually a pretty fun guy, with too much makeup.

She gets up again once he pours the glasses, but it's only to skip over to the refreshment table to get some croissants and cheese, which she sets down on the table once she's returned. Normally, she doesn't eat a ton when she's drinking-- like, doesn't that defeat the purpose of drinking? But if they're gonna be classy, they might as well.

She even jams some cheese in her mouth, instead of going straight for the glass of wine. Look at her. ]

[violentenvies]

...I beg your pardon, are you saying that the ridicule is on you for getting injured because someone else dropped you? That young woman could've killed you!

[dad is clearly Affronted on her behalf]

[tellthestory]

Oh, sure. Sara used to accidentally fire off her gun all over the place. We didn't spend much time onstage together, but...

[Yikes!]

Cafeteria

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah's in the cafeteria eating an early lunch when she looks away for just a second, and then-- Oh. That's really freaking creepy. What's with that little hand?

When she peers under the table, she lets out a little]

Oooooh! [She then gets the dumb little baby voice that some people get when they see something cute]

Hang on Ruddy-- Auntie Farrah's gonna get you something real good.

[violentenvies]

[It's not a court after party until someone's either on the table or under it. Salieri smirks, clearly pleased that he's made her laugh--albeit silently--before watching, sitting back in his chair with his glass of wine one arm crossed over his chest and tucked into his elbow as he takes a sip of his wine.

Once she comes back, Salieri'll set down his glass, reaching out to pluck one of the croissants, tearing off a piece and leaving the rest behind. He looks amused as she jams some cheese in her mouth, and contemplates his own piece of croissant. After a moment of consideration, he'll dig out the soft inside of it, setting the outside crust down while he squishes and rolls the inside into a small ball, and then pops it in his mouth.

It's fine, there's not that many people here yet, and none of them are part of Court so...what's the harm in a little fun?]

[tellthestory]

Oh, come on! It's a good thing, isn't it?

[Okay, yeah, this has sort of activated his Mockery Programming. But he wants to be encouraging, too! Friends are good!]

What's your new friend like?

[samefacesyndrome]

Um... w-well, yes I um...

I actually.... designed and built it m-myself...

[ She was trying to put the paper down to say all that but in the end had to hide her face behind it anyway. There is just something about seeing it on KEANU FUCKING REEVES that is throwing her for such a loop, even if he's taking it off now. ]

B-But it was just a prototype? I don't remember ever finishing it...

[brokeforgood]

Yeah, well, I'm the one that fell. If you don't know cheer, it totally looks like I just... failed. And the video didn't exactly show the ambulances. [oh, yeah, there were ambulances. There was a whole thing.]