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

[mayavericks]

We are not building explosives!

[disharmonizes]

Of course not. Varian is.

I'm sure you'll have nothing to do with it.

[mayavericks]

I would much rather no one else die.

Have we forgotten that it was an accident that claimed Mumble's life. And that perhaps any encouragement we partake in here may implicate our own lives?

You are all intelligent. Please, put that to good use, instead of endangering yourselves.

[alchemistake]

[Ah.

The mention of Mumble sobers Varian...basically immediately, but he doesn't say anything. He just sort of looks away, trying to find something on the wall to occupy his gaze.]

[disharmonizes]

[....Discord maybe just slides over Varian's way. Heeeeeey, buddy.]

Have you ever gotten anyone seriously hurt in an explosion?

[alchemistake]

Huh? Well, no, but...

[He's gotten real damn close. If Eugene hadn't been so emphatic about how dangerous those boilers he'd been working on were...]

[disharmonizes]

Then there's nothing to worry about. Especially not if you have a little extra supervision, just in case, hm?

[disharmonizes]

An accident, while someone was out alone, if I remember correctly. Endangering ourselves will be happening regardless, especially if we want a real shot at this.

I might even suggest that perhaps your time might be better spent thinking of safety measures rather than trying to stop any potential risks from happening.

Or else we will have another accident, I think.

[mayavericks]

My point is that anyone who is caught in this mess, intentionally or not, could just as easily be the next person on that horrible stage.

I do not want to see anymore death, accidental or otherwise. I am certain even *you* could agree with that.

[disharmonizes]

So do you have any ideas for safety beyond "don't do it"?

I'm not exactly thirsty for blood here, but I would like to just blow a hole right through the wall. I mean, I suppose we could go back to trying to ram the doors.

That's worked out great.

[mayavericks]

Have we even been able to damage the doors or windows? If we cannot so much as manage to scratch the paint with any of the tools here, why are we so certain that explosives will do anything?

[disharmonizes]

Oh, I'm not certain about it at all. I expect that we'll be right back to square one after the explosion. But at least we'll know and have tried that.

I actually wonder, really, just what the limit is...

[......]

And, yes, also I would love the chaos of it, of course. The non-fatal kind.

[mayavericks]

Then perhaps you should be the one to do this work?

[disharmonizes]

You say that like anyone here actually trusts me to be involved in any part of this.

[mayavericks]

You may be an inconvenience, but you seemed just as impacted as the rest of us did on Friday.

[violentenvies]

...agreed. [because yeah, he certainly observed that also] As loathe as I might be to involve you in this, Mademoiselle Maya has a point. I don't believe you actually want anyone dead.

1/2

[disharmonizes]

Yes, well, I--

[he really wants to offer up some sort of protest here because this sounds like he's meant to be

good or helpful or

...]

2/2

[disharmonizes]

...No.

No, I don't want that.

[He looks a weird mix of dejected, annoyed, and resigned.]

[mayavericks]

Then please. I am not expecting cooperation but... Do not unnecessarily endanger lives for your games. If you can do that, then...

You are allowed to mock Salieri-sensei and I freely.

1/3

[violentenvies]

[MAYA

WHY????]

2/3

[violentenvies]

[But then again....who knows what games Discord would play, honestly, and if this can curb that....]

3/3

[violentenvies]

[after a moment of resigning himself to this, he heaves a beleaguered sigh]

...yes, alright.

[disharmonizes]

...Any chance I could get that in writing?

[mayavericks]

Find me a piece of paper and I will draft a contract, post-haste.

[disharmonizes]

[immediately slams down a piece of paper onto the table]