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

[barberic]

Thank you, my friend. [He looks away from the Balladeer and back down at the ambrotype.]

That's my beautiful wife, Lucy, and the little angel on her lap is Johanna. [A blissful sigh.] They're my whole life.

[tellthestory]

Oh, Johanna's a nice name! It's great that you could get that.

[Less great that...you know, he's here and not there. But we don't need to discuss that, do we?]

[barberic]

It is, isn't it.

I needed this, I think. To remind myself of why I have to get back as soon as possible.

[We don't need to discuss it directly, anyway.]

Anyway, what was it you recognized?

[tellthestory]

[The Balladeer blinks at the sudden subject change. Right. The reason he came over here in the first place.]

Uh - oh. It's a gun. [He turns to pick it up again.] A guy I used to know had one just like this, with the owls. I got one last week. Figured it was his, and it was...for me, for some reason, but now there's another one...

[barberic]

I noticed the craftsmanship on it. Not a common model, I don't think, but not necessarily one of a kind?

[Still, he frowns.]

It seems like they're starting to really encourage us toward their desired outcome, doesn't it.

[tellthestory]

I guess that's true...

[It was hardly a custom job. There must have been more - how many of them survived, though? With him here, the Balladeer can really only conclude that this is a jab at him, somehow.]

It does. Lots of weapons, lately. [...] I put the one I got in my locker. I can put this one there too, if you want - or you could put it in yours. I just think they should be secured.

[barberic]

It isn't loaded, right? I'm not familiar with guns, I'm afraid. But if you think it's wiser not to stockpile them all in one place, then I'd be glad to lock it up in my trunk for you.

[tellthestory]

No. You can check by opening it up, here...

[He opens the chamber up again, just to demonstrate how. There's probably plenty of times he's not around when folks get guns, after all!]

And this is the safety. Make sure that's on.

[barberic]

[Benjamin takes note as the Balladeer demonstrates how to check, and then how to turn on the safety, giving a nod.

He holds his hand out, offering to take it.]

Consider it safe with me. And let's hope that nobody gets any munitions, to go with it.

[tellthestory]

God, I hope so. That's the last thing we need.

[But he trusts Benji, and he hands the gun off without much thought.]