itscurtains | Week Three

[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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[ Orpheus pauses until the man with the familiar rumble to his voice starts talking again and says, ]

Him. That's him. That's the King of the Underworld. But I don't recognize the thing the recording is playing on? It's probably not mine, or Eurydice's. But everyone else thinks the gods are just stories...

[ so what the fuck, basically ]

["...but to never consider your death? Foolish! What did Marcus Aurelius say? You could leave life right now. Let that determine what you do and say..."

The Balladeer frowns.]

...the guy definitely said that was Peter Howland. I don't know what that means - he didn't say why they were talking. I'm not sure this was really meant to be listened to like this.

[Maybe he was gonna write an article or something with it later? Like a journalist.]

Sometimes the gods go by pseudonyms? When they don't want to be recognized. But... I don't think Lord Hades really does that?

[ That's more Hermes's thing. Orpheus goes quiet, listening to the recording, and hears nothing to convince him that this isn't the God of the Dead talking. ]

And I don't know why someone would be interviewing him, or why he'd agree to it. But I know that voice.

He mentioned someone being found dead on his land. I don't know if that's what the interview's about, though. He didn't really ask much about it...

[...oh, hm. The topic is, in fact, getting much more personal.]

[ Orpheus goes entirely silent as the song starts, listening intently. It's hard to believe this could be anyone but Lord Hades, even as the song goes on, even as he doesn't recognize the name of the woman he's singing about. Did Lord Hades have an affair? Orpheus knows his brothers and his nephews did all the time, but Lord Hades himself had never seemed the type. Still, it wasn't impossible, and it sounded so much like him in more than just voice alone.

But then the song draws to a close, and he talks about the land that had been left to him, and Orpheus knows it isn't him. Even so, his eyes are shining at the end, wet with the beginnings of tears. ]

Oh. Um. [ Orpheus blinks them back, shaking his head to try to snap out of it. ] I... guess that can't have been him. Lord Hades would never leave the Underworld. Not even for love.

[The Balladeer turns back to listening when the song begins, resting his folded hands over his mouth. It doesn't seem to affect him so readily; though a part of him aches in sympathy, he's never known love. He's tried not to let the evils of the world get to him like that. Some days are easier than others, but...]

Did he do it for love...?

[Is that what it meant? She was dead; what could it matter then?]

For love. For devotion. For regret. [ says Orpheus, drying his eyes on the back of his hand. ] It's what he had left of her. It was her last wish that he have it, so he felt he had to take it. Like being there would make up for them drifting apart. At least, that's what I got from it?

Oh. That sounds nice.

[Makes him feel bad that he didn't read that into it, really!]

Maybe he's just... [Played by the same guy NO DON'T SAY THAT] ...similar. To Hades. They sound like they might be.

[ Nice isn't the word Orpheus would use. Tragic, more like. But he just nods quietly and tries to settle himself. ]

I don't know much about Lord Hades, other than how he loves his wife and how he runs the Underworld. It doesn't... quite sound like this man would do things the way he does. But...

[ There is nothing so pure
In the heart of man
As the hunger for power and gold ]

Maybe if he lived to be so many thousands of years old. Maybe that's the kind of god Peter James Howland would be.

...maybe. Doubt anyone would be the same, if they lived that long. Not a human, anyway.

[Maybe for a god, that's no time at all. But for a regular person? How could you possibly last through all of that and come out the same?]

He already sounds so...world-weary.

The gods are stubborn, but even they change. [ For better or worse. ]

It sounds like... Gerda was a journalist? And maybe he was, too. They must've seen so much, together. And I guess he saw too much of the bad in the world to bear.

Maybe he was right. Not about all of it - maybe not even most - but maybe the both of them could've used a break. It's not easy being around stuff like that all the time.

[And he, for his part, only had to deal with a few shitty violent individuals.]

[ Orpheus nods, a little distantly, thinking about Eurydice, and what she's seen. How hard it is for her to trust anyone. ]

I don't think it would be, no. [ And he thinks about how he wants to travel, wants to see more of the world for himself. But would he find himself jaded by it, like this man was? Is that really how things are?

He sighs, and shakes his head. ]

You should try to find who this belongs to? Someone here must be a friend of his, or of the person doing the interview. They'll probably want this.

Yeah. Yeah, I guess it must be in here for some reason.

[It seems vaguely cursed now? But if either of them are someone's friend, they'd probably be glad to hear their voice.]

I'll ask around. Lots of people here don't have technology like this back home, so it shouldn't be too hard to find.

Right. I don't recognize it at all, so it probably has to be from someone who came after Eurydice and me.

[ Which doesn't narrow it down that much, but it's somewhere to start. ]

Week Three

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