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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[violentenvies]

[he jerks a bit, eyes closing briefly, before opening again as the papers are waved in his face. He takes in a slow breath, before reaching to snatch those papers from Discord's hands]

I doubt this will have any effect, but I seem to not be in the mood for your commentary this day. [there...should be some more annoyance in the tone of his voice, right? Instead, they come out sounding a little dull]

[disharmonizes]

That hasn't really stopped me any other day so far.

[As if Salieri is EVER in the mood.]

[violentenvies]

[there's a brief pause]

...no, I suppose not. [he goes back to gathering up the papers] As I said, I was not expecting such a statement to affect you.

[disharmonizes]

[He leans back, just raising an eyebrow at this, because what. Frankly Salieri was in a better mood, in... a way, right after the trial than. whatever this is right now.]

Well, something is going on with you. You're somehow both less and more moody.

I'm almost impressed.

[violentenvies]

[at that, his lips press together a little bit]

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

[disharmonizes]

I'm sure you don't. I'm sure you haven't noticed at all that you're a little off key today, Maestro.

cw: more disassociation + flashbacks

[violentenvies]

[the wording alone (off key) would be enough to spark something, but when Discord calls him that, he goes very, very still]

Don't--[his voice is Well, Maestro? choked, a bit strangled]--don't--[Are there Salieri's expression goes distant as he stares down at the floor, that voice curling cloyingly through his mind too many notes~?] Do not--[coy, mocking, stirring something like anger low in his gut] call me that. [this, with some actual force and some anger behind it, the last word almost a growl]

[disharmonizes]

[That just seems like an extremely disproportionate response and Discord isn't actually trying to be difficult here, necessarily, but he sure as hell is confused.]

What, Maestro? Your title? The thing I've been calling you this whole time.

[Not respectfully, of course not, but it's like, their thing.]

cw: lashing out verbally and yelling

[violentenvies]

[Normally, he would not be so quick to react, to lash out, but Discord is proding what is currently a very sensitive area. It's one thing if almost anyone else were to call him that; but the way Discord says it, with that mocking tone--]

I said don't! [This, actually fully shouted, snapped, as Salieri jerks himself back away from Discord and to his feet, papers crinkling in his hands a he crumples them in his fist, arm brought halfway up in front of his chest, as if he needs to ward Discord off. He's staring at him with some kind of mixture of rage and is that a hint of...fear? Uncertainty? Something along those lines]

[disharmonizes]

[Discord blinks, jolting back slightly. More startled than actually intimidated, because that just wasn't really anything he was expecting from Salieri. Sniping at him, some cutting remark, sure, that's the dynamic they've got going on.

But the shouting?

That's new.

He's maybe staring a little, because that's... strange. Salieri's whole body language and expression there is just off.]

cw: continued disassociation

[violentenvies]

[He feels like he comes back to himself slowly-Well, Maestro?-staring at Discord, and the way the other man is looking at him, rightfully startled--Maestro--but he can't quite focus on it. But...that's still wrong. It's wrong. Why such an outburst? There was no need for that. It's just Discord. It's not--

Salieri sucks in a breath, swallowing hard as he suddenly straightens, arms going to his side, posture going rigid as both shame and embarrassment become live things in his stomach, roiling.]

I--that was...that was undeserved and inappropriate of me. [he's not looking at Discord any more, his gaze having dropped to somewhere near the papers at Discord's feet. He feels as though someone else is saying the words, like he's barely tethered to his body, voice gone almost stilted and with as little emotion as possible] My deepest apologies, Monsieur Discorde. Please forgive me. [and Salieri bows once, stiffly, at the waist, before straightening, and starting to pick up the scattered papers again.]

[disharmonizes]

An apology, for me? Wonders never cease.

[He just crosses his arms, leaning over a little closer. Giving Salieri a look that might almost look worried but is trying harder to seem casual and annoyed.]

It's no fun if you fall apart all on your own, you know.

cw: touch adverse reactions and Disassociation for the forseeable thread

[violentenvies]

[Salieri flinches, just a little, as Discord leans closer, almost as if bracing to be touched--but there's a slight hint of relief as well when Discord refrains. He swallows, hard, though his gathering doesn't pause]

I am not falling apart. [his voice is very carefully neutral]

[disharmonizes]

You're about as together as a house of cards in a hurricane right now, so maybe let's try that one again?

1/2

[violentenvies]

[another pause at that accusation. As much as he hates to admit it...Discord is correct. This is very uncharacteristic of himself. He's lost that careful hold on his control, let it slip, and for what?

It isn't right. He's survived worse insults than this; everything that he's remembered should not be affecting him the way it is.

Salieri closes his eyes, and tries to gather himself as much as possible, taking a slow breath in. Control. No need for outbursts, here. He still feels oddly untethered, but it's easier now to slip on the mask he needs to wear; the calm, cool composer who does not let such petty insults get under his skin.]

2/2

[violentenvies]

[Salieri breathes out, opening his eyes, and looks at Discord again, directly, eyebrow arching]

As I have said: I apologize for my outburst. It will not happen again. But I truly am fine--[and, the very thing that will surely get Discord off his back]--but thank you for your concern.

[he smirks, just slightly] It's very sweet of you.

[there. That should surely be enough to distract Discord from a line of any more questioning.]

[disharmonizes]

[He still feels a spike of annoyance at that. But instead of letting that get to him, he just shrugs, with an unconcerned smile on his face.

That might have gotten to him before, but now, well.

He's reformed, isn't he?]

Simply trying to act as a good friend should, of course.

[It's not exactly said super sincerely, but it's also something Discord wouldn't have even said sarcastically a couple days ago.]

[violentenvies]

[That...actually is enough to get Salieri to just...stare at him, eyebrows going straight to his hairline]

I...beg your pardon?

[disharmonizes]

Well, we are all trapped together here, aren't we? Forcing us all into bonds, of sorts, so. Friends, why not.

[who is this and what has he done with discord]

[violentenvies]

[...right, okay, wtf, he's going to straighten at that. Is he in the twilight zone??? (He has no idea what that is, but it sounds like something Rosenberg would say)]

If I'm not mistaken, even the idea of having friends was something rather abhorrent to you even just yesterday.

[disharmonizes]

Yes, well, things change. Even immortal chaos being such as myself.

And I did remember a few things, as well. [Just leaning closer again.] I'm sure you did as well, yes?

[violentenvies]

[He may have been surprised, but he still just does not want Discord in his space right now. This time, he does lean back a bit]

Oh? And what is it that you remembered, then, that made you suddenly want to be friends with everyone?

[disharmonizes]

Now, we could talk about that, certainly. Or we could talk about whatever it is that has you all rattled.

[violentenvies]

As I've said, I'm hardly rattled. [calmly, just...letting himself mentally detach from this just a little more. He can just go through the motions. That should be enough.]

In fact, I would say you have the more drastic change of the two of us.

[dryly, folding his arms over his chest]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, yes, of course.

[He walks away from Salieri a little, just going to lean against a wall, smirking a bit.]

Cool as a cucumber as always, yes, maestro?