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

[yourattention]

[You know what's stupider than seventy six trombones coming out of the vending machine? A hundred and twenty five apples just. Tumbling down out of the machine. All at once. You might find Connor running around the cafeteria trying to round up all these fucking apples or later on in the kitchen making an apple pie for Spongebob's party. Listen, when life gives you apples... make a fucking apple pie. Or two. Or three.

There's a lot of fucking apples, alright?

You might also find him with the pie in the oven, looking at an email that he also got from the machine, before all the apples.]

What the shit is this even? This is the second one of these I've gotten.

[For the record, he's wearing the awful purple duster jacket he's been working on for like two weeks. It's ugly. It looks a lot like it's been splattered with blood. It's not a flattering color on him. He simply doesn't care.]

Cafeteria

[alchemistake]

[You know who else likes apples? Ruddiger likes apples. A lot. Like, some days if he had to choose between Varian and a nice, shiny red apple? He'd go for the apple, because fuck yes, apples.

So seeing just an entire sea of them rolling across the floor is basically a dream come true, meaning that all Varian has to do is set foot in the Cafeteria long enough to be stunned by what he's seeing before Ruddiger launches himself off his shoulders like a little furry torpedo.]

Wh- hey! Ruddiger!

[Varian hurries to catch up, but by the time he has Ruddiger like...has snatched up one apple in one paw, then one in the other, now he has one in his mouth...he can't really carry more than this, and that's a tragedy. It's about that time that Varian notices Connor trying to pick them all up, and since Varian doesn't want to deal with the consequences of his raccoon taking a bite out of each one of them, he'll immediately stoop down to start picking them up himself.]

Apples? Did all of these come out of the machine-!?

[yourattention]

[By the time Varian manages to catch up with Ruddiger, Connor's got like eight apples stuffed in his pockets and he's talking to Ruddiger as he waves an apple around.]

If you eat all those and get sick, you trash panda, I'm not responsible. [He looks over at Varian.] Oh hey, yeah uh. I put in a coin and it was 76 trombones, apple edition.

[There's just. Apples everywhere. There's so many apples. I simply did not realize how many apples are in a bushel.]

[alchemistake]

[Ruddiger doesn't seem to care one way or the other so long as he gets to keep these apples he's picked up. They're his now Connor, you can't make him give them back unless you don't mind apples that have been touched by raccoon hands.]

Uuhhh, oh geeze- here, lemme help!

[OR...TRY TO HELP...god, where's a big bucket for apple holding when you need one? The closest is the trash can, but he's not going to use that...instead he'll quickly duck into the kitchen to find the deepest pot he can find. It's not going to even be close to enough, but it's something?]

[yourattention]

[When Varian comes back, Ruddiger is on one of the cafeteria table seats and Connor is staring him down.]

No more apples. You have three apples in your grimy little people hands and you can have more tomorrow.

[Ruddiger don’t touch all the apples before other people can have them challenge. Connor looks up at Varian and smiles.]

Oh, good thinking, actually. I probably shouldn’t have just started shoving them in my pockets.

kitchen

[howtheworldwas]

[ Eurydice's kind of letting Connor do his own thing while she takes inventory of the canned supplies. When he mentions the email, she'll answer, dryly: ]

Mmm. Maybe someone in the machine's trying to talk to you.

[ It's only half a joke. ]

[yourattention]

I feel like writing me fake, contextless letters is maybe not the most coherent way to do that. [He crumples the letter up and shoves it in his pocket.] They don't even sign them.

[He did not get the proper memory regain this week to give him context for these weird emails.]

[howtheworldwas]

Maybe they're...shy? [ A beat. ] No, that's stupid. It's probably just the Wizard trying to upset you. Don't let him.

[ pot, kettle ]

[yourattention]

Yeah, but... has anyone gotten anything out of that machine that doesn't, like, exist? Everything I've seen has been stuff people recognize, but this? [He waves the crumpled email around.] This is just weird and it's weird that the Wizard would, like, specifically target me like that.

[Not impossible, just weird. Like, to what end? What does doing that matter?]

[themuseabandonsyou]

[ Orpheus happens to wander by as Connor is rounding up all the apples, slowing to a stop and watching for a moment before he remembers his manners and crouches down to start actually helping. ]

Your family name is Murphy, isn't it? [ he asks, grabbing as many apples as he can reasonably carry in one arm as he reaches into his pocket with his other hand. ] I think I have something of yours?

[ He produces a typed letter, which he tries to hand to Connor. Hopefully your arms aren't too full of apples, dude. ]

[yourattention]

[At some point, Connor grabbed a pot from the kitchen and has just been putting apples in it to haul back to the kitchen, so he puts the apples in his arm into the pot before reaching out for the... oh.]

Another one of these? [He scans over it.] Why are they all different?

[They're all, like, awful? But at the same time like.... what. Who the hell knows enough about his life that they can pull random facts like this? His family certainly don't care that much and his dad reads his emails anyway so like. Why is someone pretending to email him? Why are they all printed? That's so much effort for a prank.]

[themuseabandonsyou]

Oh. Do you not recognize them? [ asks Orpheus, stooping to pick up yet more apples, getting a little overambitious and having some roll out of his grip as he does so. why can't he hold all these apples. ] Do you think they're to... a different Connor Murphy? That'd be a strange coincidence.

[yourattention]

No, they're... to me. The first one I got seemed like a generic email, but the one I got earlier and this one are both... about me. Unless there's another Connor Murphy out there who went to rehab and swims.

[Which isn't out of the question, but it feels very targeted if he's being honest. It's like weird... weird, out-of-context facts about his life? Cobbled together into a semi-coherent narrative.]

Cafeteria

[violentenvies]

[Salieri was just coming to the kitchen for a cup of tea, but pauses at the sight of all those apples. He glances around, arching an eyebrow]

Ah...are you making something then, Monsieur Connor?

[yourattention]

Uh. Well, I guess I'll make something once I... gather all these apples up? But no, uh. They just kinda fell out of the machine.

[There's just... so many... this is my own hubris.]

[violentenvies]

[Salieri observes some of the apples rolling every which way for a moment, before bending down to retrieve a couple]

There certainly are a lot of them.

[he'll just...start setting them on the tables lol. Better that then rolling around on the floor]

Although I admit, I prefer them to trombones. [dryly]

[yourattention]

You got any requests for what I do with these? ‘cause I’m gonna make a pie about it, but I can’t make... that many pies about it.

[He’s also setting apples on the table now. Good idea. Anyway, did you know a bushel of apples is fifteen pies worth of apples? themoreyouknow.gif]

[whatyouwant]

[Elle follows the smell of the pies baking to the kitchen.]

What's that? [She asks, pointing to the email in his hand.]

[yourattention]

I keep getting these stupid printed emails addressed to me out of the weird vending machine. The one that gives us back stuff from home?

[He keeps hoping for, like, more pictures or something. Instead: emails.]

It feels like a fucking practical joke, but I don't know anyone who would do this to me.

[whatyouwant]

[Elle comes a little closer to get a better look at the letter.]

Maybe you're still missing some time. Could it be from after your last memory?

[yourattention]

This one could. Orpheus gave me one earlier that couldn’t, though, and it seemed to be responding to an email I couldn’t have sent.

[So... either they’re from different people? Which, uh. Weird given that they’re all written the same way. Or that they’re all from the same person and they’re, like, what? Weird fanfic? He simply doesn’t know.]

vending machine

[comeandfindme]

[ Peregrine's moving some tupperware of...some weird liquid when she sees Connor and all of his fucking apples. She is also, for the record, wearing that cloak Connor gave her today. ]

Wh- why do they keep coming?!

[yourattention]

Oh, hey. [He holds up a Granny Smith from where he's sitting on the floor.] You want an apple, Per?

[There are still apples slowly falling out of the machine. You know how like the coin machine spits out everything when you put in a twenty and then there's a few stragglers that drop down? That. That's what's happening right now.]

[comeandfindme]

Will it make them stop? [ She tries not to step on them, as they roll across the floor between her and Connor. ] How many coins did you even put in?

[yourattention]

One! Uno! Or, well. I put in like ten, but the rest of my stuff's over there.

[He points to a small pile of stuff next to the vending machine as he gets up, still holding the apple.]

I guess I should, uh. Pick these up.