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]

Jeez. [ She takes a minute, lets this all sink in. ] Oh, jeez.

...Okay, this still sounds more believable than anything I've heard from Angus? But, oh, jeez.

[ The more surprised she is, the more the Minnesota comes out. ]

[mayavericks]

[Maya is quiet for a long moment.]

If it were only you, I would not bet against you. [and that much is true, but...]

But you are a leader. You have cultivated a following. They rely on you, and it is your job not to lead them astray.

You want to be the best you can be, do you not? I do not believe for a moment that your best you involves throwing the lives of those dear to you in danger.

[fourbutts]

[ Looks at Will Graham. Looks at her. Stage whispers: ]

You can see him too?

[ But she's not a total jerk, the joke doesn't last for long. ]

I'm just trying to figure out what to do with the guy.

[mayavericks]

[She is so fucking cute.

Wait what.]

I... tend not to listen particularly closely when he speaks of his origins. He's nice but...

[Fuckin concept albums man.]

[yourattention]

But it's... it's my fault. I... it was selfish. I shouldn't have...

[No, I'd rather pretend I'm something better than
these broken parts.
Pretend I'm something other than
this mess that I am.
'cause then I don't have to look at it
and no one gets to look at it—
no, no one can really see.]

... shouldn't have... given in.

[He's hiccoughing in between the words, shoulders shaking. You ever just simultaneously triggered and aware you're triggered so you're trying to stop your body from Doing That™? Yeah. He's maybe going through it.]

[comeandfindme]

[ Woodsley, pale and still. Herself leaning over him. Just what could he be feeling?

If something happens—

Peregrine's lips thin. ]

I'm making sure what happened to Jacob will never ever happen to anyone I care about. Not ever again.

[comeandfindme]

It's all a little bit out there, but...well... I guess all of this is, for someone so normal.

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine can't listen to him say this. She can't. She doesn't know the right thing to respond, but she knows what to do.

She pulls him into a hug, tight as she can. ]

Mm-mm. No. [ The hand on his cheek slides back into his hair. The other stays, fingers laced together. ] No, Connor.

[ She hopes to a god she doesn't fully believe exists that Hester doesn't come back out right now, because she's starting to cry too. ]

[yourattention]

Yeah, sure. It's not super personal or anything.

[He uncrumples it before handing it over. This one is personalized, but not personal in the way the one Orpheus got is.]

[yourattention]

Does anyone need to do anything?

[Ah, yes. Cover up your affection with nihilism. Good going, Connor.]

Anyway, red's a good color, you know? Very visible. If you ever need me to come and find you, I mean.

[yourattention]

You got any survival girl uses for, like, a hundred fucking apples?

[He starts shoving apples into his pockets. There's so many. Oh god, why are there so many?]

[yourattention]

[Oh.

He doesn't really remember... the last time someone hugged him. It was probably Miguel, and even then it wouldn't have been like this. Miguel respected that Connor didn't really like to be touched and would mostly bump their shoulders together or lean on him. Close enough to show affection without crossing Connor's admittedly haphazard boundaries. This is something else entirely.

Connor hiccoughs again, more like a tiny sob than anything, and clings to her.]

I'm sorry. [Quiet, like a confession.] I'm sorry.

[violentenvies]

[well that went fast. He'll offer Ruddiger a carrot next. Healthy is good, right???]

[violentenvies]

[the urge to protest that is very much there. In fact, it garners a slight frown of thought on Salieri's face as he folds his arms, leaning back against the wall of the hallway as he considers.]

I can...certainly understand where such an idea might stem from. And the ease of it.

[he doesn't like it, but he can understand its origins]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's brow creases into a frown at that, and he looks back down at the dagger]

...Indeed. A good friend gave this to me, after my premiere of an opera. [he looks unsettled]

Perhaps it's meant to tie into those pictures that we were given? Some kind of twisted encouragement. [that last part is very dry]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances over at him at that]

Ah, well...this one has mostly been hanging on a wall for several years. However, by your comment, I am to assume that others have gotten weapons from their world as well?

cw: disassociation

[violentenvies]

[Orpheus puts the book down and asks if he's okay, and that's enough to snap Salieri mostly back into his own head. He shakes it a little, still feeling not entirely there, even as he puts a rather convincing small, apologetic smile on his face]

Ah--terribly sorry, Monsieur Orpheus. I was lost in thought for a moment. What was that?

broadhurst

[violentenvies]

[Salieri, who was just sitting on his bed and making an attempt to make some organizational sense of what he'd attempted the write in the last week, startles fairly badly as the SQUIP comes barging in]

You--

[and if it goes for the trunk at the foot of his bed, he'll just get straight to his feet, ignoring some of the papers that go scattering to the floor]

I beg your pardon, those are my things!

[violentenvies]

[At first, he's simply relieved that she's alright. However, when she mentions the knife, a frown comes to his face as he stops beside her--then pales as he notices the blood]

Good lord. Is that blood fresh?

Vending Machine

[violentenvies]

[Salieri himself finished getting rid of most of his coins and sorting through most of it in the cafeteria, and is on his way to the Scene Shop and Costume Shop to dump most of that, though he pauses briefly, looking both confused and amused at the deer]

That's certainly a choice of name.

[he might also have a certain painting tucked under his arm]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri observes some of the apples rolling every which way for a moment, before bending down to retrieve a couple]

There certainly are a lot of them.

[he'll just...start setting them on the tables lol. Better that then rolling around on the floor]

Although I admit, I prefer them to trombones. [dryly]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri startles fairly badly as Benjamin opens the door and calls his name, pencils and some paper scattering to the floor--seems he was pretty lost in thought, there.

His head whips around to see who's there, before Salieri immediately relaxes upon seeing who it is.]

Ah. Benjamin. Good evening.

[violentenvies]

[that is...very much not the reaction he expected]

I...yes? [he arches an eyebrow] Why?

[violentenvies]

That sounds dare I say magical.

[Salieri will lower himself next to her, then, resting his elbows on his knees]

Not...exactly. My picture was long after me, I believe.

[samefacesyndrome]

[ O-Oh, that's a knock...

Quietly after a few seconds: ]

Y... Yes...?