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

[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]