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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Vending Machine

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is coming down the hall after putting most of his vending machine items away, pausing when a roll of duct tape just continues from where it's spat out of the machine and comes to a stop at the tip of his shoe.

He arches an eyebrow at that, reaching down to retrieve it before looking over at who's in front of said vending machine at the moment.

Ah. Naturally.

Salieri arches an eyebrow, strolling closer, slowing his pace]

Now what exactly are you trying to do to that poor creature? [he means the snowgie]

[yourattention]

Oh, definitely. I mean, queerplatonic pals are definitely a thing but also the vibes.

[He's just saying!!!]

[fourbutts]

Oh for sure.

[ a beat. ]

Spongebob shipping discourse takes on a new weird flavor when he's your roommate.

[disharmonizes]

Giving it a means of self defense, of course!

[#helping]

[disharmonizes]

Well, it would be boring. I don't know how anyone could stand watching someone learning the same lessons over and over again.

Though if it was just about Fluttershy, I'd understand.

[he's not biased]

[disharmonizes]

...Yikes.

[Yeah, no, that says it all, doesn't it.]

I'm sure she would just love that.

[violentenvies]

I cannot even begin to understand the mechanisms of her motivations. See seems like someone who would much rather heap the blame on others rather than herself.

[violentenvies]

[No Discord here, Farrah. Luckily for Salieri, there are very few witnesses, and those that are here don't seem to be paying attention. He simply smirks, smugly pleased at her outrage, before settling back in his chair to take another sip of his wine.

The best part is, if she tells someone, no one will ever believe her.]

[violentenvies]

[.....]

Imagine that. [dryly] Well, you've done your duty, I suppose.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, we will pick this conversation back up, don't worry. Once you're in the mood to share.

It is caring, you know!

[comeandfindme]

[ She pulls it open and runs her fingers over the inside of the cloak to, surely enough, find buttons, so she can attach the deer skin. ]

I...won't even need to find a way to smoke it with this. [ Oh dear. That's a big smile on her face. ] This is amazing, Connor. You...really, really didn't need to do this.

[violentenvies]

[Does he want to talk about it?

What a question.

It is...tempting to talk about it. To let out all of those ravages in his head, the rapture of listening to Mozart's music even as it felt as though he were being struck by a lash, the man's mocking sneer that he can't quite get out of his head--

--but no. No. Old habits die the hardest and that's too vulnerable, too raw. Too far into what he himself doesn't even fully understand. It is certainly hypocritical, considering what he said to Varian not a few days ago but...this is different. Right?

But...perhaps he can share a little bit. Just the tip of the iceberg would be alright, as long as he can hold on to control]

Perhaps...[he huffs a bit]...it's strange. I've had difficult days, of course. Everyone does. However...today it simply sounds a bit strange. As though none of the chords quite fit together.

[violentenvies]

[That'll cause him to glance over at her, a look of amusement stealing onto his face] Oh? And that helps you write, does it?

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[The machine wants to celebrate pride month. That's clearly what's going on here. And it's determined to make up for all the lost time with no weaponry.]

Oh, you could say that.

[Amusement lines her tone, she's running her fingers over the flat end of the blade, watching how the lights dance with each little shift.]

Yup. This is definitely one of mine. I'd recognize it anywhere.

[violentenvies]

[oh. he dislikes that very much]

And if there's nothing to share?

[disharmonizes]

Then I wouldn't have bothered in the first place.

But I did. Because there is something.

[violentenvies]

[it's almost surprising, watching the way that Discord softens when he talks about this person, listening to how he was apparently conquered by the fact that he actually enjoyed her company.

How interesting.]

Did you? [the corner of his mouth quirks, at that] She must be a very special woman.

[violentenvies]

In that case, I'm very glad it found its way back into your care. [he squeezes Benjamin's arm, gently] It's a blessing to have some good news, certainly!

[violentenvies]

Excellent. I'll put my effort into it in the kitchen as well, and follow your lead there.

[disharmonizes]

The most special, I would say. [Fluttershy is the best, do not @ him.] She is the first friend I've ever had, so...

[employeeoftheyear]

[Spongebob waves back when he sees Salieri, obviously happy to see him.]

Mornin’ Mr. Salieri! I have a lot of moments!

[So yeah he’s available to talk.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah shrinks. Then she lowers her hands--- slowly placing one over her chest, folding the other arm over her waist. It's almost like she's hugging herself, defensively.]

It wasn't--- it was real.

[violentenvies]

[alsdhfs cute. Really, what is he supposed to do against that face?

Salieri grabs what's left of his slice of bread (some kind of baguette, but rather low-quality) and offers it to the raccoon]

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine laughs, really loud. ]

It's ridiculous. But everyone else seems to like it. Even though, to date, it has never gone off as planned. [ ...She smiles— ] Most recent one? A bear tried to take it.

[brokeforgood]

I was a pretty big problem.

I just wasn't like, the worst problem.