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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[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?

cw: disassociation's back

[violentenvies]

[there's something in his expression that twitches, slightly, at that, but it smooths out almost instantly as he just pulls away even more mentally from this. He's here, sort of, but detached from himself--saying what needs to be said and doing what needs to be done here without needing to fully be there]

Of course, Monsieur Discord. [still, calm] As I've said: it was only once. It won't happen again.

[disharmonizes]

[See, that's just... off. Too calm, too together. Not that Salieri's an open book all the time or anything, but this feels a little too... blank.]

And there it is again.

So there's no problems here, then? None whatsoever?

[violentenvies]

Aside from a mess to clean here and the fact that we are all still trapped in a prison where we're encouraged to murder each other? [drawled]

[disharmonizes]

Well, one of those is your own doing, but yes. Aside from that.

No problems with me calling you the same thing I have been since we first got here, then? None at all?

[violentenvies]

None whatsoever. [and he is going to go back to cleaning up those papers]

[disharmonizes]

[He'll just watch Salieri do that for a second. Before crumpling up some paper and throwing it at his head.]

[violentenvies]

[that makes him pause, briefly, and he just glances sidelong at Discord]

Really.

[disharmonizes]

Simply trying to help tidy up, Maestro, that's all.

[violentenvies]

By throwing more paper on the floor. [deadeyed stare right about now]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, the floor isn't a trashcan? Well, you had me fooled, it looks exactly like the bottom of one right now!

[violentenvies]

Yes, well, I'm endeavoring to rectify that, despite your attempts to keep it as such.