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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THURSDAY

[stagemanagers]

[voicerights]

[Early in the morning, the SQUIP will take a visit to the merch booth with its new coins, examining everything piece by piece. Ice cream- of an actually excellent flavor, thank you, that's gone. A flower, a hammer, and a-

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the noise that erupts from its throat is not human. Well, it is- but it's a set of human vocal chords reproducing a sound that is not. Anyone coming to investigate will find the SQUIP on its hands and knees, its other items scattered about it and forgotten as it stares before itself where a grey, oblong pill nearly blends in with the floor]

[alchemistake]

[SQUIP or not, that's a sound of abject shock if ever there was one. Varian can't place it as a specific emotion other than that, though. He's not sure he'd be able to if he tried. He can't say he knows the SQUIP well per-say, but he does enjoy the few conversations he's had with it. Even if its methods of interacting with people can at times be...unintentionally blunt and abrasive, perhaps.

So this show of emotion is more than a little startling as Varian rushes over, his hands out in front of him like he's not sure if he should try to help it stand or...what.]

H-hey! What's wrong?

[He can't quite see the pill just yet, but even if he could he'd have no reason to think that's the source of the issue.]

[mcfife]

[Has the SQUIP forgotten to eat? Did it discover another weakness of the human body? Angus runs over to ask, but he's distracted by the largest item on the floor.]

That's the Gloryhammer! What happened to it?

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus comes running when he hears that noise, terrified that someone has been murdered or is being murdered or something, only to find the SQUIP on his hands and knees, looking at- ]

What is that? [ Orpheus asks, kneeling next to him and squinting down at the little gray thing on the floor. He has the good sense not to try to touch it, at least, but he does lean in a little, trying to get a better look at it. ]

Investigation

[mcfife]

[Angus wakes up in the Ambassador dorm with a hearty yawn.]

Good morni- thank Hoots. I can speak!

[And throw off the blankets to rush to the vending machine early in the morning. There's more treasures to behold! Angus receives several items, taking note of the red cape. It's a lovely color; he'll have to keep this one. The food can be saved for the party later. As he sorts through his things, patting his new lizard friend, a foreboding thunk resounds from the machine.

Angus turns around.

It's a roomba. Sitting there. Humming. Menacingly.

He pulls the lizard closer to his chest and widens his stand, never tearing his eyes away from the dreaded machine.] Don't worry, Tad Cooper, I won't let it harm you.

[Eventually, he decides that avoiding the machine of evil is the best course of action, and hides in the library until the party with a lizard sitting in the pocket of his new red cape. He has a stack of history books on the table, and it continues to grow as he searches for more in the nonfiction section.]

Vending Machine

[alchemistake]

[Varian happens to be passing by just as Angus is telling his lizard he won't let any harm befall it...and it takes him a moment to realize he's talking about something that just appeared newly from the vending machine.

Something...new.]

Hey, Angus...what is that?

library

[disharmonizes]

[Gosh what sort of nerd hangs out in the library to read books? Now don't mind Discord just grabbing one of those from Angus's stack, there.]

Well, aren't you just full of surprises? Here I figured you might not know how to read!

[mayavericks]

[Maya awakens with yet another small fortune of coins at her bedside. Overachieving strikes again! Since carrying them is out of the question, Maya leaves Broadhurst with a spare pillowcase filled with coins, and heads down the hallway.

Most of Maya's goods today are innocuous. The terrarium is nice -- it's a home for her cup lizard, at least. But after a moment, the machine stops injecting items, letting out a fearsome rattle as it attempts to spit something else out. Maya has the good sense to duck out of the way, fully anticipating the rain of trombones.

Instead, a rapier spits itself out, clattering across the ground. Maya recognizes it instantly, practically leaping onto it. She holds it high in the air, then twists it easily in her wrist, before slashing it through the air.]

This is... Odette of the Mavericks.

[In her excitement, she forgets about one last coin. It isn't until later that evening that she thinks to return to the vending machine. She slips the last coin in and --

once again finds herself surprised by the rattle. Once more she slips to the side, though instead of finding a sword at her feet, well.

She notices the blood first, bright red as it is. A few droplets flicker across the ground, cast off by the falling knife. Maya's eyes go wide, and a hand goes to her mouth. She glances around the area, before bending down to pick it up.

With a sick, twisting feeling in her stomach, Maya slips off her jacket and bundles the knife in it. She's quick to run to the dorms, pounding on each door.]

Is everyone in there? Are they okay?

Dorms

[alchemistake]

[Varian isn't holed up in the dorm quite as often as he had been on the first and second weeks, mostly because...well. One probably doesn't need to ask why. Turning his planned memorial into an ofrenda made things a bit easier to bear at least, a reminder of celebration of life as opposed to the recent losses of friends...but he is in there today, no doubt working on more schematics that he's haphazardly pinning to the wall by his bed.

He's on the floor as soon as he hears Maya pounding on it though, mostly because, well...Maya's always showed healthy concern for all of them, but she's never done this. He's opening the door as soon as he's able, immediately looking down the hall when he does.]

Maya? What's wrong, did something happen?

rapier

[disharmonizes]

[With great timing as always, Discord is just going to be leaning in right as Maya slashes through the air with her new acquisition. Not in front of the sword, but also, like, if this is how he dies--]

More importantly, is that real?

DORMS

[violentenvies]

[Salieri isn't in the Dorms at the moment--he's been having difficulty sleeping. So instead he's been in the Band Room, working on his compositions. Working might be a bit of a strong word--more like sitting and rewriting again and again, filling up the wastepaper basket.

He's broken out of his focus by the noise of running, the pounding on doors, the urgent tone to Maya's voice. That pushes Salieri to his feet, quickly moving towards the door as anxiety suddenly becomes a twisting, writhing thing in his stomach.

As soon as he's outside the door frame he'll look around for her, trying to see what's wrong]

Maya?! [as soon as he spots her, he'll start moving towards her] What is it--are you alright?

Longacre

[brokeforgood]

[When Maya starts pounding on the door of Longacre, Farrah’s doing something weird. She’s been busy trying to create an extravagant display with all the stuffed animals the vending machine keeps spitting out at her. So when she answers the door, she looks a little bit like a kid caught with their hand in a cookie jar. Only instead of a cookie jar, she has Rum Tum Tugger in her hand.]

Oh My God, Maya, what’s up?

Ambassador

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer is just in here picking out an outfit from his giant mass of Elle-approved clothing before heading off to take a shower. At the sudden banging, he drops several shirts on the floor and darts over to open the door.]

Maya? What's wrong?

[fourbutts]

[ It's a new day, time to uh- oh, she has coins! Better take care of those first! So her first stop is the vending machine, twenty-five coins in hand, to get started plugging those little guys in!

Overall, one could call this stuff A Lot. She can be found packing a decent amount of it into the suitcase. ]

Of the people who have hung out in a hallway putting a wig, clothes, and a gun into a suitcase, I have to be in the bottom ten coolest right now.

[ After people grab their things and that's over with, though, her gaze falls on the deer. ]

Oh, you have "Janis's next project" written all over you. But first... a name. Do I... do I just call you Will Graham?

[ And, true to that, she's in the Scene Shop later on, holding some paints and examining the deer, looking deep into its eyes. ]

Hm, I could do that, but... what if you are wrong, Will?

[ Or, much later on, she can be found in the library, a copy of... some kind of play in front of her. ]

Man, this is a lot more serious than choreographing dance routines in eighth grade.

vending machine

[yourattention]

Hey, Janis.

[He's walking past her until he sees the sketchpad, which he immediately picks up.]

I'm taking this because it's mine and nobody needs to see my fucking nudes.

[Are they tasteful? Yeah. Does he want anyone going through his fucking sketchpad? He does not!]

L for Les-- I mean Library.

[mayavericks]

[Maya is absolutely in the library for non-Janis related reasons. Mostly she's trying to find a play that's far more lighthearted. She and the Balladeer had promised to put one on, after all.

But alas, the heart wants what its gay little self wants, and she's promptly distracted from her task.]

Hard at work, I see?

[She is absolutely leaning into your space, Janis. Sorry about it.]

Scene Shop

[alchemistake]

Last time I checked, I didn't know a "Will".

[Varian remarks as he appears from behind the lift, offering Janis a slight wave. How long has he been here? Who knows with Varian, possibly all day. He does notice the deer upon peeking into view though, his brows making a bid for his hairline.]

Oh hey...you got one of those too.

scene shop

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice's just passing by the scene shop when she spots someone talking to... a deer? That can't be a good sign. Warily, she pokes her head in, asking: ]

You all right?

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine has, by now, a routine. She's not too fond of that, having a routine for here...but she'll still abide by it. After early morning yoga in the dance studio, it's off to get rid of those coins that just keep on coming. Like many others, Peregrine makes an early stop at the vending machine. From the first coin, her results are promising. More of these skins and maybe she'll be able to make blankets or something? Still— ]

...Would be nice if I could use the whole animal and not just the hide...

[ She grumbles as she continues. While a whole dead deer doesn't pop out of the vending machine (not like she'd be surprised if it did, by now)— what she'd need if one did certainly does! In a nice-sized bucket, a collection of just horribly sharp objects pops out.

Peregrine appears delighted. ]

Oh, jeez. Are these...? [ Yep! Yep, she recognizes these!! She takes a few moments to examine all of them, make sure they're all in perfect shape. ] No more kitchen knives for me.

[ She's so distracted by the familiar set of tools that she is likely to completely miss the teabags starting to fly away...

Later, Peregrine can be found in the kitchen mixing up...something? There's some eggs, some mayonnaise, some white vinegar... There's three different containers she's mixing in, and she's talking to herself, the whole time. ]

So, okay, oiling's gonna be a must with this, if I can even find a place to smoke it. Maybe some vegetable oil? But people'll need that to cook... I'm up to how many skins now, the one from Maya, the one last week, the one today...

[ This is just how she works, apparently.

She's in the library for most of the day, looking through books on...camping? Woodworking? ...Metalworking? Nothing seems to be what she's particularly looking for, and the longer she reads the more disgusted she appears. ]

Ugh, if it doesn't even matter, why don't they just let us outside that'd make all of this so much easier...

[ She grumbles to herself.

You may notice, by the way, that she's got one of those red cloaks on today. Hers however, has some...basic modification. ]

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[Another day in the academy, another morning waking up to coins gathered on her bedside. Well. Cassandra gathers them up and sets out to her daily routine, a good workout cycle in the gym, pushups, squats, crunches that end with her laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

After that was breakfast, and then a trip to the concession stand. Come on, no blood chunks... No blood chunks...! Bingo! Cassandra's got a new haul to sort through. And what a haul it is.]

No way!

[An honest, genuine gasp escapes her lips as they curve upwards. Her eyes alight as they lay upon the blade in the pile; it's so familiar, sleek and well-maintained. It's Cassandra's, of course. One of them, anyway.

She spends the rest of the afternoon, into the evening, squaring away the items obtained from the vending machine. Mainly in the form of a well-organized pile in Longacre.

Then! It's back to the gym... 2! Where, with very real sword in hand, Cassandra is practicing her thrusts and parries. It's not easy training with herself - it's a fight she has ever chance to win, and little way to lose. No stakes. Still, she's hard at work.

...Of course, half the training seems to be Cassandra attempting to dance around the strange little thing eagerly trotting around her feet.]

[yourattention]

[You know what's stupider than seventy six trombones coming out of the vending machine? A hundred and twenty five apples just. Tumbling down out of the machine. All at once. You might find Connor running around the cafeteria trying to round up all these fucking apples or later on in the kitchen making an apple pie for Spongebob's party. Listen, when life gives you apples... make a fucking apple pie. Or two. Or three.

There's a lot of fucking apples, alright?

You might also find him with the pie in the oven, looking at an email that he also got from the machine, before all the apples.]

What the shit is this even? This is the second one of these I've gotten.

[For the record, he's wearing the awful purple duster jacket he's been working on for like two weeks. It's ugly. It looks a lot like it's been splattered with blood. It's not a flattering color on him. He simply doesn't care.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Oh, boy, so that sure is more mysterious coins piled up next to him in the night while he sleeps, being dislodged from their neat stacks and scattering all over the place as he sits up. Orpheus sighs and starts to gather them into his pockets before heading to the vending machine, resigned to another morning of sorting stuff. And what an assortment of stuff he gets! The first thing to come out is an entire, living lizard, which scuttles under the machine before he can try to catch it - that's going to have to be somebody else's problem. Then a piece of paper flutters out, which Orpheus picks up and begins to read; ]

Dear Connor Murphy,

I'm glad to hear rehab's going alright. You should talk more in the sharing circles - opening up is good for you.

[ And then stops reading abruptly as he realizes this is clearly a letter addressed to somebody else. He folds it back up again and puts it in his pocket, before examining the rest of what fell out of the machine while he was distracted. There's... an entire dead fish? He'll run that to the kitchen and shove it in the freezer in the hopes that it's still good and that someone can clean it later, then return to find a long bundle wrapped in cloth. Huh. That's strange! He'll reach out to start to unwrap it, curious about what's inside.]

[barberic]

[Benjamin has no new coins to put in the machine, but he's already gotten the greatest prize that he can think of anyway. So after breakfast, he takes his barber's tools (his actual tools, the ones he knows as well as he knows his own hands) and sets up again in the costume room, checking to make sure that his signs are still up. But now he's able to spend his waiting time reading, instead of just loitering. He's tucked into The Hobbit, sitting in the chair next to the one that he has set up for 'customers.'

When he notices someone come in, he looks up.]

Good morning, my friend. Care for a haircut?

[He takes a break from reading for lunch in the cafeteria (the 'Sloppy Joe' option), then detours to the teacher's lounge to get a cup of tea that he can take back with him to resume reading for a little longer.

When he decides that he's cut all the hair today that he's going to, he packs up his things and takes them back to Ambassador dorm, where he spends some time trying to wind down for the night.

However, sleep does not come entirely easily, and it's for that reason that, around 9 or 10 at night, he slips out of the dorm, checking for stragglers in the halls.]

Can't sleep?

[disharmonizes]

[Another day, another trip to the vending machine. There's a lot of coins to throw in, so Discord's here for a bit.

You can see him getting any of his assorted junk, of course, such as the entire prop deer, which he'll put the black domino mask on. Maybe just resting the bouquet of roses he gets sort of... propped into the antlers. It's fine.

Then, of course, there's the snowgie, which he'll set down. Maybe holding the prop knife next to it, looking almost like he's measuring. No, he's not going to fake stab the thing, it's looking more like he's. trying to arm it. It's a little big compared to the snowgie, though...

And then there's the secret formula, which looks to just be some unassuming message in a bottle. Discord gives that one a once over, before, well. Definitely starting to open that. I'm sure that won't upset any sponges that might be around.]