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

rapier

[disharmonizes]

[With great timing as always, Discord is just going to be leaning in right as Maya slashes through the air with her new acquisition. Not in front of the sword, but also, like, if this is how he dies--]

More importantly, is that real?

[mayavericks]

[Maya is quick to turn around, holding the blade up to Discord's neck. She relaxes as soon as she realizes who it is, and that he (probably) doesn't pose a threat. Still, it's long enough for him to probably feel sharp, scary steel.]

It's real. It's my blade from my Revues.

[disharmonizes]

[He holds up his hands, blinking for a moment, before going back to smirking. Even with that blade right there, it's fine.]

My, they don't fool around in there. Seems a little intense.

I think there's a saying about children and sharp objects, isn't there?

[mayavericks]

Surely you aren't calling me a child, Discord-san.

[She twists her wrist in a circle, the rapier following suit.]

[disharmonizes]

Oh, no. Merely implying, but that could mean anything, really.

[mayavericks]

Then I hope you'll forgive me if my own thoughts might imply that I am seriously considering how many knives it might take to pin you to a wall. By the clothing, of course. No injuries!

[disharmonizes]

Oh, do let me know when you come to a conclusion!

My money's on three.

[mayavericks]

But of course, Discord-san. You will be there, after all!

[disharmonizes]

Ooh, a practical experiment? I can't wait.