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

[violentenvies]

Pardon? What do you mean she had school pictures?

[brokeforgood]

She told me about them. [A beat-- then--]

Come on, it shouldn't surprise you that I hang out in the Principal's Office. It's a familiar environment.

[violentenvies]

Not at all. [mildly] I've visited her several times myself. She made me tea once.

[brokeforgood]

[She smiles at him-- good job not taking the bait.]

Troublemaker! She offered me tea, too. But, uh, I asked for the photo instead.

1/2

[violentenvies]

[he smirks a bit at the troublemaker comment] What can I say? Sometimes you simply tell a priest that his performance on the organ in front of the entire congregation was far too theatrical and not in the proper style. Father was rather upset with me for that.

[disharmonizes]

[discord snorts at that

like okay

that's kind of funny]

[violentenvies]

[that...surprises him. He glances sideways at Discord, arching an eyebrow]

What, did you think my scathing wit was reserved for you alone?

[disharmonizes]

No, though it's a flattering thought. But I would so love to see that.

[violentenvies]

That does not surprise me in the least. [he sighs a little, as if put upon] I suppose you would at least be an appreciative audience.

[disharmonizes]

I'm a wonderful audience! You can insult people, I'll throw tomatoes, it'll be a party.

[violentenvies]

[he HATES how much he enjoys the idea of that.

He eyes Discord for a long moment, considering]

...intriguing. You have my attention. I do enjoy insulting people when it is warranted.

[disharmonizes]

[gottem]

We can take turns picking targets.

[violentenvies]

[that'll raise his eyebrows]

Oh? [and he leans forward a bit, resting his elbows on the table] Are there any restrictions on said targets?

[disharmonizes]

Fair game so long as we both agree on them.

[violentenvies]

[it is a very enticing suggestion...]

...I suppose there are a few courtiers that I would love to see pelted with tomatoes....

2/2

[violentenvies]

[at the comment about the photo he pauses, though]

I'm...assuming you no longer want yours back? I was going to offer it, however...

[brokeforgood]

[She snickers at his story-- before he makes his offer, and her face settles into something more serious.]

I mean, I probably don't need two photos of my dead bo--- Oh. Wait. No, I actually want that. I want to cut Riley up and set her on fire.

[violentenvies]

[at that, he can't help but huff out a chuckle, smirk widening conspiratorially as he pulls her picture out of his jacket and offering it to her]

You should stick tacks in her feet as well.

[brokeforgood]

[That makes Farrah smile again, and she takes the photo from him-- using her thumb to cover up both Riley and the shower that killed Farrah.]

I will. And I'll keep the rest of the photo. Just in case.

do u ever have a tag u were sure u responded to and then didn't slkdhs

[violentenvies]

Just in case? [innnnnn case of what??]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah hesitates-- but only briefly, as she reminds herself to trust him.]

... In case I start to forget what she looks like.

[violentenvies]

[Ah...right. The reason she'd gone for a copy in the first place. His expression softens slightly]

...I can understand that. Memory can be fallible, but a picture is not.

[brokeforgood]

That's right. [She smiles at him, settling back to lounge where she's sitting. The understanding is enough for her to let her guard down, for just a bit.]

I only had a sister for a little bit-- and we fought, sometimes. But I really tried at it. And I loved her. [It's funny, how easy it is to slip into past-tense, now that she knows her fate. Well, funny to her, probably not so funny to the rest of the room.] I won't forget her.

[violentenvies]

This is the one that thought she would burst in to flame if she touched her boyfriend, I believe you said?

[brokeforgood]

She's kind of obsessed with Jesus. It's like... a main personality trait for her, but also probably her biggest character flaw.

But I get it. She had a parent die, before I came around.