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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[mayavericks]

[Another day, another haul from the weird vending machines. Once again, she's managed to avoid getting crushed by the weight of 76 trombones, though she did very nearly find herself leveled by a whole ass turkey. Because most of these objects aren't really hers, or her forte, Maya will settle in the cafeteria once more with all of her collected goods.

The lizard, of course, will remain in a little glass beside her. It's not her type of pet, but everyone else in her dorm seems to have one. It's also not the only object she's keeping. A photo of several girls -- Maya included, is tucked off the side. She glances toward it with a fond smile every now and again. There's also a tablet but... Maya hasn't done much with that.

Yet.


Later, she'll tuck herself away in the computer lab. She's fairly certain it's one of her companions. It's locked, but... Maya's almost certain she's seen Claudine type the code in before. It takes a little bit of guesswork but eventually she finds the home screen.

After taking a moment to regard her old photo, she begins sifting through the apps until she finds Claudine's photo gallery. She has to have pictures of their friends, right?

Or. One... friend? Maya finds herself staring at a number of pictures of herself. Performance photos. Practice photos. They're all pictures of her.]

Saijo-san? [Someone's voice is a little loud for a library!]

Cafeteria

[alchemistake]

[Varian had been passing through the cafeteria with his own stash of coins lining his pockets, possibly either on his way to the vending machine or headed to get some kind of breakfast first...when he ends up strolling past where Maya is sitting at one of the tables. He gives her a casual greeting as he passes, in too much of a hurry just now to stop and chat-

...only to comically stop at the end of the table before walking backwards, all the way until he's back standing in front of her.

He's reaching for and picking up an old pair of scuffed, singed goggles before saying anything...before he can think to ask if it's appropriate to do so.]

Where did you get these?

[mayavericks]

[Maya glances away from her fondly regarded photo just in time to see... All of that. She lifts her brows, clearly trying to suppress a smile. She's growing soft, dammit.]

Where else, but the place that gives out such nonsense. [She tilts her head.] Are they familiar to you?

[alchemistake]

Yes!

[That's answered emphatically, turning them around so he can brush his thumbs over the scuffed glass. It all but confirms it- he can remember where each and every scratch came from.]

These are mine from back home! My alchemist goggles!

[mayavericks]

Your... alchemist goggles? [There's a whole uniform for alchemy? Wild.]

By all means, take them. I'm glad you were able to find them.

Cafeteria

[tellthestory]

Oh - oh, hey, Maya...

[But he seems distracted. The Balladeer pretty much gravitated to that guitar in the pile as soon as he entered the room. Is that...? He runs a hand along its body, checking for a few nicks and scuffs he remembers.]

[mayavericks]

Hello, Balladeer-san. [Maya looks from the Balladeer, down to the guitar, and then back up. She tilts her head.]

Is this yours?

[tellthestory]

I think so - yeah! Yeah, it is! See, this mark here - Booth got me with his crutch the one time. I wasn't paying close enough attention...

[He lifts it up, delighted.]

This strap's new, though! Wonder where that came from?

[mayavericks]

[Maya looks it over, like she's somehow going to find an answer in the embroidery.]

Wherever it came from, it's pretty. Very well crafted.

Cafeteria

[barberic]

[Benjamin will say nothing about the bottle of wine. Maya is a responsible girl, she can choose how she wishes to dispose of it.

But he does point out the meat pie to her.]

You got one of those too, did you?

[mayavericks]

[Maya glances at the pie, then back to Benjamin. She gives him a nod.]

You're welcome to it, if you would like? It is not really my forte...

[barberic]

Oh, no I got one as well, but thank you. I couldn't help myself - I've already eaten mine. It's- well, a bit bold to call it a 'delicacy,' but it's a local dish, back home. As if I needed to be more homesick, hm?

[mayavericks]

Then by all means, please. Even if you have eaten one already. It will only go to waste with me.

computer lab

[yourattention]

Shhhh, hasn't anyone ever told you to be quiet in a computer lab? Geez, Maya, I thought you'd know the rules.

[He sits down next to her.]

What's got your panties in a twist?

[mayavericks]

[Maya jumps at the sound of Connor's voice. It's good that she's already flushed from finding the photos, otherwise his choice of words may have flustered her anew. As it is, she can only hold his gaze for a scant few seconds before glancing away. She picks up the tablet and holds it to her chest.]

Nothing. My -- Apologies for disturbing you.

[yourattention]

Nah. Girl problem time is way more important than me trying to draw something other than my friend for the second day in a row and failing.

[We're having queer people problem talk, Maya.]

computer lab

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice hears shouting, and immediately dashes towards Maya, brandishing a heavy book like a weapon. ]

It's all right! I won't let anyone kill -- [ well. looks like Maya's not about to be murdered. ] -- oh. Carry on.

[ this is awkward ]

[mayavericks]

[Maya is... all the more startled by Eurydice bursting onto the scene. Partially because she's shouting, but also because now there's someone to witness these pictures. On instinct, she tries to flip the screen cover back over onto the tablet. Instead, she winds up pawing the whole thing off the table. Oops.]

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice picks up the tablet, because she's a helper!! But she also takes a look at the screen, because she can kind of be a huge pain in the ass. She stares for a few seconds, plainly confused, then hands it back to Maya. ]

Why do you have so many pictures of yourself?

returns to your inbox wiiiiith cafeteria

[fourbutts]

[ Oh hey, it's Maya! Janis loves hanging out with Maya! Oh, and she's got stuff- ]

Wait, really? Another one?

[ Two! Two of her jackets! Why! ]

welcome back!!

[mayavericks]

Another one?

[Maya looks down at her pile of things, then up at Janis.]

Another what?

i was out of it for so long

[fourbutts]

[ She points. ]

Another one of my jackets. I'm going to be real upset if someone put all of my jackets in that machine.

cafeteria

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's just finished sorting her own things, though it's taken a lot of time. And wouldn't you know it, of all the things to catch her eye— ]

Maya. Why do you have the turkey from my town's annual New Years' party?

[ The deep-fried turkey. The whole deep-fried turkey. ]

[mayavericks]

[Maya looks from Peregrine to the turkey.

And then to Peregrine.

And then back to the turkey.]

... You can identify a specific turkey, just like that?

[comeandfindme]

[ Deadpan: ]

How many deep-fried turkeys have you seen in your life, Maya? Whitetail’s the only place crazy to do a Turkey Drop.