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

knife dad gets a knife

[violentenvies]

[pre-Mime Club, Salieri is going to try to get rid of some more of his coins at the vending machine. He's developed a bit of a system for putting them into the machine, standing at the side of it and leaning around to insert them one by one. He neither wants to get buried by trombones or hit in the face with a deer skin, so even though it certainly looks odd, it proves its worth when he avoids being hit by a trumpet that comes out of the machine. The domino mask is at least something new of interest, and he tucks that away just as the next item slides out.

He blinks as he leans down to pick it up, studying the medal a moment, laying it flat in his palm. It's very pretty--and then an amusing thought comes to him, bringing a smirk his face. Salieri knows who he's going to pawn this off--er, give this away to.

There's another clatter on the floor as the final item falls out of the machine. Salieri blinks, bending down to pick it up. His expression morphs into a frown as he recognizes it, straightening, the dagger held carefully in his hand]

What is this doing here?

knife dad knife dad

[voicerights]

Perhaps it is meant to provide a means for murder.

[when did the SQUIP get here]

[violentenvies]

[He glances over at the SQUIP as it speaks, sucking in a breath as he startles slightly, having not heard its approach.

Salieri blows out a small breath, expression smoothing into a neutral]

Thank you. I never would have guessed.

[voicerights]

[Is that a brief smirk? Nah. Couldn't be. The SQUIP doesn't show emotion, right?

But it approaches now that it's announced itself, holding out a hand. Seems it wants to see said knife for itself]

Your sarcasm suggests otherwise. You recognize it.

[Accusation? Nah. Statement of fact.]

[violentenvies]

I do. It is mine. [He ignores that hand, instead looking down at the knife and turning it over]

It was a gift from the Emperor after the success of one of my operas.

[brokeforgood]

[Guess whose also here, getting her probably sixth can of diet coke for the morning? She clearly didn't listen to the rationing. Anyway, she's just minding her own business two vending machines over, when--- ]

Who cares! Get rid of it! [NO KNIVES]

1/2

[violentenvies]

[the yell startles Salieri pretty badly, so much so that he drops the knife. It falls harmlessly back into the pile of Stuff.]

2/2

[violentenvies]

[half a moment later, his brain actually makes the connection, and he's scrambling to bend down, grabbing at the overly colorful coat and shoving the dagger inside it, wrapping the coat around it several times and tying the sleeves so there's a solid ball of fabric around the thing. He leaves the ball on top of the rest of his haul, making sure to avoid the pie at least, because that he does, in fact, want to keep]

--there.

[brokeforgood]

[She's still kind of nervous-- the blades still there even if it's wrapped up. But... It's probably in good hands with Salieri, if it has to be in anyone's hands.]

Sorry-- Thanks-- [And-- she needs to do one more thing to feel better. She kicks the regain vending machine.]

What the fuck, vending machine! Who puts knives in a vending machine???

[violentenvies]

Ah, well...perhaps the Wizard. Seeing as it's my dagger. Though last I checked, it was on display on the in my quarters, not in a vending machine.

[mcfife]

[NOT ANOTHER KNIFE-]

Oh, just a regular one. [He's going to freak out every time a dagger falls out of the vending machine, isn't he?]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances up to Angus at that]

Yes, it is quite regular. There is no magic in my world, so this is little more than metal and fine ivory.

[mcfife]

But not a plastic replica. That's still bad.

[Not the worst. But bad.]

The Wizard put in a copy of a cursed dagger from my universe in another attempt to frighten me.

[violentenvies]

A cursed dagger?

[oooookay]

I can at least assure you that this one is not cursed. It was a gift.

knife knife knife

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[SHE HEARD KNIFE WHERE IS THE KNIFE]

Is that real?

[please tell her it is]

[violentenvies]

[oh hi there Cass] It is, indeed. It's mine, in fact, as surprised as I am to see it here.

[feudalladyshandmaid]

[heeeeey]

They must have finally gotten tired of giving us fake knives.

[Clearly this won't bite us in the ass.]

[violentenvies]

Apparently. Though I hardly see what their aim was with this one; it's nothing but decorative.

[yeah ok Salieri it's still sharp tho]

knife knife knife

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine regards that dagger with some envy. ]

It's not a prop, right?

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances up from his study of the dagger]

Hm? Oh, no, it's quite real. Though rather unexpected.

[comeandfindme]

'Cause all the knives are fake, or...'cause you recognize this one?

[violentenvies]

Because I recognize it. It's mine, however...last I saw it, it was mounted on the wall in my residence.

[tellthestory]

What, do they have weapons from everyone's homes here?

[The Balladeer looks askance at the dagger, immediately not trusting this! Why does the Wizard put such threatening shit in there?]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri glances over at him at that]

Ah, well...this one has mostly been hanging on a wall for several years. However, by your comment, I am to assume that others have gotten weapons from their world as well?

[tellthestory]

I have. I know a couple other people have.

[He calms down a little to hear that it was mostly decorative, but still...looks sharp.]

Is that a thing, people hanging knives on the wall?