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]

I'm in this room as well. And like I said, we are all in this together, so...

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah mocks a gasp of scandal, before whipping her head around to look around the room. Seriously, where the fuck is Discord, she needs him to see this.]

[disharmonizes]

[Now that... throws him for a loop. And he raises an eyebrow, eyeing that envelope with suspicion.]

...Alright, what's the game here?

[alchemistake]

[Hmm...

Varian will approach the piano proper now, looking at the paper that Salieri had been last working with.]

I think that depends on your definition of progress. Do you have to have a piece completely finished by the end of today? Or...couldn't you also say that getting out the ideas that didn't end up working out got you closer to the real thing?

[alchemistake]

Oh, hey Spongebob! I was just checking this out-

[He resurfaces from where he'd been looking under the hood when what Spongebob said catches his attention.]

Wait, driving lessons?

[violentenvies]

[He glances over at the SQUIP as it speaks, sucking in a breath as he startles slightly, having not heard its approach.

Salieri blows out a small breath, expression smoothing into a neutral]

Thank you. I never would have guessed.

1/2

[violentenvies]

[the yell startles Salieri pretty badly, so much so that he drops the knife. It falls harmlessly back into the pile of Stuff.]

[mayavericks]

She is a truly magnificent woman.

[Said whilst Maya only has eyes for Janis.]

2/2

[violentenvies]

[half a moment later, his brain actually makes the connection, and he's scrambling to bend down, grabbing at the overly colorful coat and shoving the dagger inside it, wrapping the coat around it several times and tying the sleeves so there's a solid ball of fabric around the thing. He leaves the ball on top of the rest of his haul, making sure to avoid the pie at least, because that he does, in fact, want to keep]

--there.

[mcfife]

[NOT ANOTHER KNIFE-]

Oh, just a regular one. [He's going to freak out every time a dagger falls out of the vending machine, isn't he?]

[voicerights]

[Is that a brief smirk? Nah. Couldn't be. The SQUIP doesn't show emotion, right?

But it approaches now that it's announced itself, holding out a hand. Seems it wants to see said knife for itself]

Your sarcasm suggests otherwise. You recognize it.

[Accusation? Nah. Statement of fact.]

[alchemistake]

[Varian blinks, unable to quite tell if his ruse was pulled off or not. Discord didn't even try to take a drink, HM-]

Oh! Well uh...yeah, I would've brought her something if I knew she was out here, haha...but that cup is so big, and the water is so high up, maybe you should drink some so she can get to it easier?

[That's actually the opposite of what you'd want but he never said he was good under pressure.]

[alchemistake]

[THE FACES, THEY'RE GOING TO KILL HIM]

You know...those faces kindof remind me of someone.

[But he doesn't want to just assume it's Rina's without checking with her first. Fortunately, she'll find it all on her own.]

Are you making them change like that?

[alchemistake]

[All Salieri needs to do is take a peek under the table. Surprise!

It's Ruddiger. Who immediately pulls his hand back and chitters at Salieri, somehow managing to look sheepish despite having a raccoon face.

He hungry...and Varian is Busy and can't feed him, he's such a terrible pet owner god]

[alchemistake]

Hm? Those belong to you?

[He honestly thought they were just another weird random thing...]

You can have them, if you want. I would have brought them to you myself if I knew they actually belonged to somebody, heh.

[alchemistake]

[HE'S BEEN SPOTTED RUN-

Oh wait, no. It's Farrah. Farrah's been kind to him, even if she too talked about his potential for rabies...and at the mention of getting him something?

The raccoon scrambles out from under the table and up onto one of the seats, though he'll refrain from like. Climbing up onto the table. He understands that's where the food goes and people might get kindof mad at him if he did that.

Now he'll sit up on his haunches, looking at Farrah imploringly with big dark, sad eyes. Yes please feed him, he is starving. Look at how thin he is.]

[alchemistake]

[IT IS A MYSTERY.

That said, Ruddiger isn't going to let up on his search while Spongebob is busy cooking away. He can smell the delicious smells coming from the kitchen, but he knows better than to go in there looking for food. Maybe if he gets desperate enough and the trash turns up empty...he hasn't really found anything all that good yet, which is why there are a few things tossed out of the can and onto the floor. An apple core, some fruit peelings...at least throw away something semi-edible, people.]

[voicerights]

[ (・・ )]

They're changing?

[fourbutts]

[ oh damian would have a field day with this conversation she's so glad he's not here ]

Heh. And, uh... who would be playing Claire?

[ like she knows the answer, this is barely even said as a question, but. ]

[fourbutts]

Eh, sure, why not.

[ She turns them over. ]

I'm not crazy attached to them or anything, it's just weird to see my crappy Halloween costume show up, of all things.

[alchemistake]

-!!!

[It won't be hard for her to do, even if Ruddiger is a bit chunky. He startles and wiggles his limbs a bit as he's suddenly being lifted up out of nowhere, trying to locate the source of his ascension...

...oh. It's Maya.

Can a raccoon look sheepish? Because that's what Ruddiger looks like now as he hangs there upsidedown in Maya's grasp, waving at her with his paws.

HEY....HE TOTALLY WASN'T EATING TRASH...]

[alchemistake]

Oh, really?

[A duel...sounds important.]

So you actually ended up fighting someone?

NO MY HTML

[alchemistake]

Hm...

[Does he want to though, is the question...]

I'll check up on it eventually probably. If it's not going to work to begin with then it probably wouldn't do us any good in one piece, but I'd like to study it as it is first.

I'm trying to figure out if I could rebuild something similar back home.

[alchemistake]

[Maya, please...

He can say he appreciates it, though.]

You...actually have a lot of stuff here, now that I look at it. How many coins did you find?

[brokeforgood]

[The good thing to do would be to give him some veggies or something healthy, maybe make him trade it for tricks-- but this is Farrah. Farrah's the fictional equal of this woman that was in a pug facebook group I was in, who would pour her pug cups of mountain dew, and edited a video of her pug drinking the mountain dew as "I know it's bad for her but she loves it"

So Farrah takes one of her pancakes, rips it in half, and dunks it in syrup several times. Then, she offers this sugary, dripping mess to the raccoon sitting in the seat beside her.]