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]

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.

[disharmonizes]

You reap what you sow.

[...he's gonna throw another one.]

[violentenvies]

[that'll get Discord a small, annoyed sigh from Salieri, but not much more as he bends down to pick up the ball of paper, transferring it to the waste paper basket near the piano]

[disharmonizes]

[...He throws another one. Deliberately right next to the basket.]

So is this the creative process at work? Because I'm impressed.

[violentenvies]

[he just picks up the paper and places it in the basket, before straightening, eyes narrowing as he glances over at Discord]

Oh? [he has a bad feeling about that statement]

[disharmonizes]

Look at this mess, all nice and chaotic. Having some creative difficulties?

[violentenvies]

[his shoulders stiffen at that] I hardly see how that's your concern.

[disharmonizes]

I'm in this room as well. And like I said, we are all in this together, so...

[violentenvies]

[Salieri's jaw works]

I'm sure whatever difficulties there are will resolve themselves, thank you for your concern.

[disharmonizes]

You're very welcome.

Ha, and people act like friendship is so difficult.

[He is NAILING it.]

[violentenvies]

[.....]

Imagine that. [dryly] Well, you've done your duty, I suppose.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, we will pick this conversation back up, don't worry. Once you're in the mood to share.

It is caring, you know!

[violentenvies]

[oh. he dislikes that very much]

And if there's nothing to share?

[disharmonizes]

Then I wouldn't have bothered in the first place.

But I did. Because there is something.

[violentenvies]

Yes, well. I'm afraid you shall have to content yourself with the mystery of it. [DRY and going back to picking up those papers]

[disharmonizes]

Well, if you'd prefer to be on edge and set a poor example for everyone, I suppose that's your business.

Good thing they're not relying on you for support or anything.

[violentenvies]

[Salieri goes still at that--relying on you for support--straightening slowly. When he does speak, there’s an edge of bite to it]

How surprising, that the Lord of Chaos would be so invested in keeping order.

[disharmonizes]

Not order. Call it a happy medium.

If you fall apart on everyone, it won't be any fun to mess with you anymore!

[violentenvies]

[there's a sharp stab of irritation at that]

Of course. How could I have thought that your motivation would be anything other than yourself. [that...maybe was a little snapped]

[disharmonizes]

[There's maybe half a second where he feels irritated about that response, but he keeps smiling the whole time.]

Ohhh, it was very bad, was it, hm?

[violentenvies]

[somehow, if possible, he stiffens even more]

It was--it was not. [that was maybe a bit of a growl--and Salieri clears his throat, trying to grasp for that control again] Not that I particularly feel like sharing with you of all people.

[that was definitely sneered tho]

[disharmonizes]

[Oh, he's all mad at him. That's adorable.]

Well, you're really selling me on how not bad it was. But maybe next time try it without the growling? I think it might help.

cw: shouting and yelling from here on out lmaoooooo

[violentenvies]

I have no need to sell you on anything! [oop yep that was at a raised volume here we go]