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

[disharmonizes]

[Discord rolls his eyes at the whole thing, almost casually pulling out what's in the envelope. Casually throwing the envelope itself over his shoulder.

He thinks he knows what's in there and he's ready to just brush the whole thing off.

Turns out it's something else entirely. And as he looks at this, Discord's eyes narrow and he looks absolutely seething.]

Oh, so that's the game now, is it?

[violentenvies]

[Now that is a tone he's only heard out of Discord once--exactly a week ago, in fact. But this is somehow even more intense, more angry. If such were directed at Salieri himself, he might've been scared.

Instead he gives Discord a frown that is a little close to concern.]

Is it...similar to last week?

[that is to say, the whole mortal thing, bud]

[disharmonizes]

No.

[Discord's hands shake slightly as he holds that picture. And that's... yeah, that's just all rage, right now.]

Oh, this would be so simple if it was.

[violentenvies]

[Oh. Oh that's...bad.]

And yet it's not. [....] ...where, then?

[disharmonizes]

No place that will mean anything to anyone here.

[He's a little, uh. tetchy. Though Salieri can always take a look at the picture, if he wants. Discord isn't hiding it right now.]

[violentenvies]

No, I wouldn't think it would have much meaning to anyone except you. [....yes alright just a small peek. What's there?]

[disharmonizes]

[It just looks like a cottage.]

[violentenvies]

[....huh]

That...is a very quaint cottage. [but his eyes are flicking up towards Discord's face to read his expression]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, well, it's. Fine. You know.

[He says that, trying to sound casual, even though he's also still angry, but... there's also a subtle softening, there.]

[violentenvies]

[Oh. That's...]

This...isn't your cottage, is it? [because if it was his, he'd be boasting about it.]

1/2

[disharmonizes]

[...]

2/2

[disharmonizes]

You know, I just realized, I have something else to do, so.

[And he just sort of leaves.

B... Bye.]

[violentenvies]

[Well...that's a shock. Salieri's eyebrows shoot towards his hairline as Discord just walks away. Discord has never been the one to disengage from any of their conversations; it's always been Salieri walking away.

He lets him go, though. This is clearly not the place for this conversation]