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

[comeandfindme]

[ ...Ah. Oh, well, Peregrine and her rather creative collection of knives—

She's admiring the rather nice skinning knife right now. She drops it into the bucket. ]

Sorry! Sorry, uh— out of sight, out of mind, right?!

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[It's not a room Cassandra really felt like visiting often either - not at first, anyway, but then their time at the school became more and more of a permanent possibility. And Cassandra's talents were best used when they were keenly honed, weren't they? Nobody wanted a rusty swordhand. So, she found herself coming down more and more to keep in shape.

The routine also helped her stay focused. She had time to think. To plan...

At least when she isn't distracted by tiny little snowmen... or the sudden intrusion of a queen. But that's... fine, isn't it? The sword in her hand feels right, and so did the swift, precise movements she'd trained to do dozens of times before. Even dancing around the snowgie, there's a certain grace to Cassandra. Solid, but smooth.]

Oh!

[Her swing halts, pulling Cassandra into a bit of a stumble. The little guy is hopping around because suddenly we're moving differently!!! what's happening?? What's- Oh!!!!

Elsa, you've got a snowgie running up to you on his stubby little legs.]

Elsa, hey. [Sword lowered, running a hand through her tousled hair.] That little guy was inside the concession stand machine... if you can believe that.

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh! That's a flashlight. [ says Orpheus, and we're going to pretend I didn't forget those existed during the Dustbowl until too late to edit my previous tag. ] But the power in those doesn't usually last very long, right? Though I guess the ones here might work better. It sure does seem brighter than the ones I've seen before, at least.

cw: disassociation

[violentenvies]

[Salieri opens his mouth as he steps closer to respond, when he notices the book that Orpheus is reading, and who exactly it's about.

It almost feels, for a moment, like his soul has been thrown out of his body as he stares at the cover, reading the title over and over again, staring at it, almost certain he can hear strains of music, and a mocking, lilting voice over the top (Well, Maestro? Too many notes?)

He ends up, instead of responding, just staring at that book for a good several seconds, his expression going a bit far off, like he's suddenly not entirely there]

[comeandfindme]

Hard work and talent, obviously.

[ yeah they're both like this ]

Just making sure. It's something a lot of people overlook. Like...like Howl says, you want to believe everything's gonna work out for you, 'cause you haven't done anything to deserve it not. But the world doesn't work like that. You've gotta be ready. You've gotta keep working hard, whatever comes your way.

[violentenvies]

[hmm???]

Will you...not be sad if it simply stays broken?

[brokeforgood]

[That's enough to make her want to cry again. It's so much of a promise, for a girl so sure that everyone in the world hates her. She can hardly bear it-- but this makes it at least a little easily. So she slowly draws back from him, one arm wrapped about herself-- protectively pressed against where her wounds should be. The other arm, she uses to rub at her eyes, wishing the tears away.]

What does this place have against waterproof makeup--- [Ugh. Smudge, smudge, smudge.]

[violentenvies]

[oh that's just precious]

My. Don't they just. [he smirks, slightly] Come now, Monsieur Discorde, no need to be embarrassed.

[employeeoftheyear]

[Oh that gets his full attention.]

Sure, anything for you, Mr. Salieri!

[He did not say what the favor was yet...]

[violentenvies]

Something tells me that you might need a smaller knife. Perhaps one of the butter knives from the kitchen?

[disharmonizes]

I'm the master of chaos, I don't get embarrassed.

[...hey remember how he was folding that envelope? Because he definitely folded it into a butterfly and it just. chooses that moment to start flying up in the air.

As Discord maybe actually goes a bit red.]

[disharmonizes]

A great suggestion.

Not that I can use it, but I do love the creative energy here.

[violentenvies]

Well, you see, I received one of those ukuleles that you showed me from the vending machine the other day. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to show me how to play it?

I've played the violin and other stringed instruments before, however this one reminds me more of a small guitar, and that isntrument I have not had the pleasure of learning yet.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine waves her hands. ]

I was never a stuffed animal kinda girl to begin with, it's fine. Besides, looks like you really want it, right?

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus just shakes his head. ]

I didn't - I didn't fix things between Lord Hades and Lady Persephone before the winter came, and it came too early again, and there wasn't enough time to gather supplies to last through it. Eurydice was out there searching for food and firewood every day, and I - I didn't help her.

[ He doesn't want to take away from Mister Barker's happiness, he really doesn't, but it all comes spilling out before he can stop it. He looks absolutely shattered, guilt-ridden and miserable. ]

[violentenvies]

[oh.

Well, what do we have here.

Discord goes red as the butterfly takes to the air. Salieri's smirk widens, lifting a hand to motion the butterfly over. He watches as it flutters to him, extending a finger for it to land on. He then turns his attention back to Discord, arching an eyebrow]

Does she have a particular penchant for butterflies?

[brokeforgood]

Well, yeah, but less sad than if I make up some hope that it'll work.

It's like-- Life is fraught-less
When you're thoughtless
Those who don't try
Never look foolish

[disharmonizes]

[At the butterfly:] Traitor.

[He huffs, just, crossing his arms. Don't call him out like this?]

...Somewhat.

They're somewhat of a theme.

[whatyouwant]

About three years now! Or maybe six, if my age in the yearbook is right. I got him as a puppy after my first year at UCLA.

[Bruiser stops licking so the pets can resume.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine shakes her head, regarding Brett publishing his podcast. ]

No, it— well...the story's...not really done yet. [ And now she hesitates. ] Howl, um... He's the one who... [ She pauses, just listening to Howl and Brett talk, even though it's far from a pleasant conversation. ]

...My brother went missing. A year and a half ago. Howl...found him, when no one else could. He...found his body.

[comeandfindme]

Helps me stop thinking whatever I put down's stupid, so...yeah. Kinda.

[violentenvies]

A theme? [arched an eyebrow] Does she raise them, or...?

[tellthestory]

Oh, Johanna's a nice name! It's great that you could get that.

[Less great that...you know, he's here and not there. But we don't need to discuss that, do we?]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah lets out a heavy breath, pressing her hand to the side of her face, as if to better shield her vision.]

Sure, as long as no one stabs me with it!

Vending Machine

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus happens by, still looking haunted after the events of last week. He almost doesn't stop, just waving with a quiet "Hi, Peregrine" on his way to the kitchen, but first the entire gods-damned prop deer catches his eye, then the vending machine ejects something that looks kind of familiar. He stops, standing at the edge of the pile of assorted garbage, looking at the white apron lying on top of it. ]

Huh. Do you mind if I... [ he reaches out for it, looking to Peregrine for approval. It came out during her go at the machine, so he figures she has a sort of claim to it. ]