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

[yourattention]

Amazing how things like that work. [pause.] Aw, shit. You're the one from that Brony song everyone's always playing.

[things i regret typing in this game: kinnie, brony, amanda komaeda.]

[disharmonizes]

I'm sorry, the what?

[ONLY ON DWRP]

[yourattention]

You know, the one with the like. Discord! Dadada dada.

[he hums for a moment before the music comes through:]

Discord, I'm howlin' at the moon
And sleepin' in the middle of a summer afternoon
Discord, whatever did we do
To make you take our world away?

1/2

[disharmonizes]

2/2

[disharmonizes]

Well, it's... catchy, I suppose?

[sorry this is weird even for him this is a WEIRD day]

[yourattention]

Yeah, it's catchy. Bronies are kind of the scum of the Earth, but they're some talented motherfuckers.

[i sure keep typing words]

[disharmonizes]

[well he can't. not ask. so here we are.]

What, do they kick puppies after composing music or something?

[yourattention]

Nah, they're just weird sex pests who all think they're married to Twilight Sparkle, which is weird because she clearly doesn't have time for anypony but her friends.

[you're welcome]

[disharmonizes]

...Yikes.

[Yeah, no, that says it all, doesn't it.]

I'm sure she would just love that.

[yourattention]

Pretty much. The internet was a mistake, actually, and that's just the shape of it. [A beat.] There's a whole song about that, but I'm not singing "The Internet Is For Porn." Not even for the meme.