itscurtains | Week Three

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Week Three

[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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[Salieri is just grabbing something to eat after dealing with Mime Club before he heads to see what is in store for them today with the Clubs when he spots the little hand grasping around on the table. It does, quite frankly, startle him, causing Salieri to jump in his seat, blinking, shoving his plate out of the way of said hand. He might've made some noise but...well. He's frustratingly mute.

However, despite that, he's going to try and see where that hand is coming from]

[All Salieri needs to do is take a peek under the table. Surprise!

It's Ruddiger. Who immediately pulls his hand back and chitters at Salieri, somehow managing to look sheepish despite having a raccoon face.

He hungry...and Varian is Busy and can't feed him, he's such a terrible pet owner god]

[Salieri's expression devolves into amusement when he realizes who it is. He leans back up, patting the seat next to him in obvious invitation.]

[It's better than what Ruddiger was expecting, to be shooed away. So after a moment of hesitation, he'll move out from under the table and hop up into the seat beside Salieri, watching him expectantly.

...while also taking not-too-subtle glances over at his plate, of course.]

[alsdhfs cute. Really, what is he supposed to do against that face?

Salieri grabs what's left of his slice of bread (some kind of baguette, but rather low-quality) and offers it to the raccoon]

[Ruddiger is not picky- he will eat practically anything, as will be evidenced by his trips to the garbage- so when Salieri offers him his bread he'll take it without hesitation, and it disappears into the raccoon's mouth just as quickly.

You've made someone's pet very happy, good sir.]

[well that went fast. He'll offer Ruddiger a carrot next. Healthy is good, right???]

[It is! Much better than some of the stuff he's been sneaking this week...and he seems just as pleased with the carrot. Raccoons are omnivores, so there's not much he could be given that he'll turn his nose up at. Except...maybe a lemon, if you were mean.]

[Salieri is not mean! Not in this case anyway. He'll offer Ruddiger a slice of apple before cautiously reaching out to maybe scratch him behind his ears?]

[Don't worry Salieri, people have been petting Ruddiger left and right at this point. If anybody was going to get rabies we'd all have been dead by now.

Ruddiger seems very receptive to the scratches, tilting his head back a little while he nyam nyam nyams on the apple.]

[alsdkfhs this creature is just...so cute. Help.

he would be maybe making a snarky comment, but after Mime Club, he's frustratingly mute. So instead, he'll just look amused, watching him down the apple.

Hmm...he should probably get this ball of fluff back to Varian, shouldn't he? Salieri considers what's left on his plate while he scratches Ruddiger behind the ears, waiting for him to finish that apple]

[Ruddiger, being the walking garbage disposal that he is, won't take long at all to finish. If Salieri wants, he could just plop something in his little people hands and he'd munch away as he takes him back to Varian in the auto shop.]

[in that case, that's exactly what he'll do.

Salieri offers him a carrot stick next, and once he's occupied, is going to move to pick him up, along with his plate, holding it so that Ruddiger can continue stealing the veggies and apple slices that are leftover on it]

[Varian is easy to find, working busily at the car same as he always has. He looks up when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching though, blinking when he sees Salieri...holding Ruddiger, who is currently having the time of his life snacking away.]

Salieri? What's Ruddiger doing...

[...]

...oh no. Was he in the trash?

[Salieri looks amused at that, but he shakes his head in the negative. At least he didn't see him in the trash, so...he'll just assume. He holds the plate out for Ruddiger to take the last apple slice, before reaching up to scratch behind his ears again.

He does take a glance at the car, then, really not sure what to make of it at all, and kind of turns back to Varian, arching an eyebrow]

[Thank you very much sir, Ruddiger will happily take that apple slice so he can munch on it the same as all of the other fruit, just as Varian notices what Salieri is indicating to and launches into an explanation.]

Oh! I guess you maybe haven't seen this yet- it's a "car"? It's like...an automatic carriage, made of steel. I'm working on trying to get it running again.

[He hasn't clocked that Salieri can't talk yet...]

[...well if he thought things here couldn't get any weirder. He opens his mouth to ask a question...but then nothing comes out. For a moment, he looks annoyed--before he mimes a pencil and paper. Got any of those around, Varian?]

[...Salieri, u ok...

But luckily, Varian keeps one of those. Carpenter's pencils? The fat ones, on him at all times, so he pulls it out of his toolbelt with one hand while the other reaches for a scrap of paper nearby he'd been writing notes down on. He'll flip it over so Salieri has free space to write on.]

Is uh...everything okay? Can you not talk...?

[He'll shake his head in the negative, and writes on the paper: It's the club. We were silent inside, and the effect has persisted. ]

Silent?

[That's...weird....]

Do you think it'll probably wear off?

[Hopefully sooner rather than later. He looks really annoyed when he underlines that "sooner"]

[Varian chuckles softly at that, but he at least looks genuinely sympathetic to poor Salieri's plight.]

Well it's a good thing you had Ruddiger for company, then. He doesn't use words either.

[Ruddiger chitters softly at that, with Varian reaching over to scratch behind an ear.]

[Well he supposes that's true. Salieri huffs out a small sigh at that, but he does gesture to the car with an arched eyebrow. You were going to tell him about this?]

Oh, right-!

[Varian moves back over to the car, putting his hand on the hood.]

Do you have cars where you're from, Salieri?

[he shakes his head in the negative. What tf is this thing exactly]

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