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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[violentenvies]

So in that case, how did you become friends?

[disharmonizes]

Well, it was her job to try and reform me so I could use my magic to "serve good instead of evil". A rather bold move on Celestia's part, to be honest, considering I could have very easily just manipulated the situation and secured my freedom and get everything I wanted out of it.

...Which I did attempt, of course.

[Of course.]

But I actually did... enjoy spending time with her, despite all that.

[violentenvies]

[it's almost surprising, watching the way that Discord softens when he talks about this person, listening to how he was apparently conquered by the fact that he actually enjoyed her company.

How interesting.]

Did you? [the corner of his mouth quirks, at that] She must be a very special woman.

[disharmonizes]

The most special, I would say. [Fluttershy is the best, do not @ him.] She is the first friend I've ever had, so...

[violentenvies]

[The first friend he's ever had. Salieri can't quite help the way his expression softens slightly. It's...almost sweet, isn't it? ]

Is that so? [he chuckles, a little] That does explain some things about your change in attitude from last week to this one.

[disharmonizes]

[...and suddenly Discord kind of looks as if he's been caught and just. clears his throat.]

I-- W-Well, you know. Sometimes things change.

[violentenvies]

[oh that's just precious]

My. Don't they just. [he smirks, slightly] Come now, Monsieur Discorde, no need to be embarrassed.

[disharmonizes]

I'm the master of chaos, I don't get embarrassed.

[...hey remember how he was folding that envelope? Because he definitely folded it into a butterfly and it just. chooses that moment to start flying up in the air.

As Discord maybe actually goes a bit red.]

[violentenvies]

[oh.

Well, what do we have here.

Discord goes red as the butterfly takes to the air. Salieri's smirk widens, lifting a hand to motion the butterfly over. He watches as it flutters to him, extending a finger for it to land on. He then turns his attention back to Discord, arching an eyebrow]

Does she have a particular penchant for butterflies?

[disharmonizes]

[At the butterfly:] Traitor.

[He huffs, just, crossing his arms. Don't call him out like this?]

...Somewhat.

They're somewhat of a theme.

[violentenvies]

A theme? [arched an eyebrow] Does she raise them, or...?

[disharmonizes]

No. Well, she has some butterflies in her cottage, but...

It's sort of a... how to put it. Magical aesthetic sort of thing? They represent her talent.

[violentenvies]

Oh? [he glances at the butterfly again, then back at Discord]

Which is?

[disharmonizes]

Communicating with animals.

[violentenvies]

Ah. I see. [lmaoooooo] That explains quite a lot.

[disharmonizes]

Oh, does it, now?

[violentenvies]

[he's just going to give Discord a very pointed look, mouth curling into a teasing smirk]

I certainly think so.

[disharmonizes]

[ROLLING HIS EYES SO MUCH]

Yes, yes, the comedy act is very charming, really.

[violentenvies]

Oh. So you find me charming, then? [arching an eyebrow, that smirk widening]

[disharmonizes]

In a horribly annoying way, I suppose.

[violentenvies]

And yet, you're still here, despite how horrible my charm surely is. [drawled, but with a hint of amusement]

I do appreciate your tolerance, then, Monsieur Discorde.

[disharmonizes]

My patience is infinite.

And you are fun, in your own way.

[violentenvies]

Fun for you to annoy, you mean. [dryly]

[disharmonizes]

Yes, that too.

[violentenvies]

That too? My, how flattering.