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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[brokeforgood]

[HELL YEAH, WINE. Farrah'd be cheering about how she's the first one here before the adults--- but. Huh. That's. REALLY ANNOYING. Whatever. She'll slide a bottle of the wine into her purse, then bust another bottle open.

She's going to drink this straight out of the bottle while wearing a beret, her feet kicked up onto one of the tables in the teacher's lounge. Welcome to Mime Club, everyone.]

[violentenvies]

[Once she's settled, she'll find a pair of glasses set down on the table at her elbow, just before Salieri slides into the seat across from her. He motions to them, arching an eyebrow at her]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah arches an eyebrow right back, mouthing something that's clearly a "What?!?!" complete with that level of sass-- but after a few seconds she sighs and takes her feet down, and sits up. She takes one last swig from the bottle, unable to restrain herself from continuing to test him by being as irritating as possible. Then she sets the bottle in front of him. If they must use glasses, she'll let him pour it.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri just keeps a raised-eyebrow expression through most of that, until she sets the bottle down. Then he glances at the bottle, then at her--and without breaking eye contact, reaches out to take the bottle, and leans his head back to take a swig of it, before lowering it again.

Two can play that game. He isn't a friend of Joseph II for nothing.

And then he's going to pour them both about half a glass, and set the bottle back down on the table between them.]

[brokeforgood]

[She manages to match his serious expression until he sets the bottle down, but by then it's clear that she'd be roaring with laughter if she could. She had placed him as some weird stuffy guy with too much makeup at first-- turns out he was actually a pretty fun guy, with too much makeup.

She gets up again once he pours the glasses, but it's only to skip over to the refreshment table to get some croissants and cheese, which she sets down on the table once she's returned. Normally, she doesn't eat a ton when she's drinking-- like, doesn't that defeat the purpose of drinking? But if they're gonna be classy, they might as well.

She even jams some cheese in her mouth, instead of going straight for the glass of wine. Look at her. ]

[violentenvies]

[It's not a court after party until someone's either on the table or under it. Salieri smirks, clearly pleased that he's made her laugh--albeit silently--before watching, sitting back in his chair with his glass of wine one arm crossed over his chest and tucked into his elbow as he takes a sip of his wine.

Once she comes back, Salieri'll set down his glass, reaching out to pluck one of the croissants, tearing off a piece and leaving the rest behind. He looks amused as she jams some cheese in her mouth, and contemplates his own piece of croissant. After a moment of consideration, he'll dig out the soft inside of it, setting the outside crust down while he squishes and rolls the inside into a small ball, and then pops it in his mouth.

It's fine, there's not that many people here yet, and none of them are part of Court so...what's the harm in a little fun?]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah can only watch in shock, nearly choking on her own cheese as she watches him freaking play with his food. And it's happening in a moment where she can't even call him out! This is absurdly cruel. She can only squint at him critically with all of the drama she can muster.

She'll eat her croissant with the crust, to show she's grown up.]

[violentenvies]

[he chuckles soundlessly at that, now tearing off pieces of the crust to finish that off because the crust on a croissant is still delicious and waste not want not. Salieri eyes her eating her croissant like an adult, and reaches out to grab a slice of cheese, breaking it into a smalls square--before he tosses it into the air, leaning back a bit to catch it in his mouth.]

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah mocks a gasp of scandal, before whipping her head around to look around the room. Seriously, where the fuck is Discord, she needs him to see this.]

[violentenvies]

[No Discord here, Farrah. Luckily for Salieri, there are very few witnesses, and those that are here don't seem to be paying attention. He simply smirks, smugly pleased at her outrage, before settling back in his chair to take another sip of his wine.

The best part is, if she tells someone, no one will ever believe her.]

[brokeforgood]

[He's a monster. A monster! She gestures accusingly at him, before dramatically rolling her eyes and sitting back with a huff. So much for adulting with the food. She's chugging this wine.

Then scoots the glass back to him for more.]

[violentenvies]

[he'll pour her another half a glass...and also nudge that plate of food closer towards her, arching an eyebrow. More wine = more food, apparently]

[sugarlumps]

[You know what, this is almost certainly not the first time LSP has drunk Cartoon Alcohol, Lumpy Space is basically Teen Soap Opera Drama Dimension.]

[She's sitting down next to Farrah with a couple more bottles of pilfered wine and a pair of glasses. She gonna share right]

[...that's not really a question cause if she doesn't LSP is just gonna start pouring anyway.]