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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[disharmonizes]

[Another day, another trip to the vending machine. There's a lot of coins to throw in, so Discord's here for a bit.

You can see him getting any of his assorted junk, of course, such as the entire prop deer, which he'll put the black domino mask on. Maybe just resting the bouquet of roses he gets sort of... propped into the antlers. It's fine.

Then, of course, there's the snowgie, which he'll set down. Maybe holding the prop knife next to it, looking almost like he's measuring. No, he's not going to fake stab the thing, it's looking more like he's. trying to arm it. It's a little big compared to the snowgie, though...

And then there's the secret formula, which looks to just be some unassuming message in a bottle. Discord gives that one a once over, before, well. Definitely starting to open that. I'm sure that won't upset any sponges that might be around.]

Secret Formula

[employeeoftheyear]

[Just as Discord begins to open the message in the bottle, he’ll see Spongebob sprint towards him at astounding speed and goes to grab it.]

DON’T READ THAT!

[disharmonizes]

[That is very fast and sudden and Discord is just going to take a quick step out of the way as Spongebob sprints his way.

This one kind of caught him off guard, okay. What the heck.]

[employeeoftheyear]

[He smacks into the wall with a cartoonish squeak! It takes him a bit to recover but when he does he looks almost panicked.]

D-discord! Don't read that, whatever you do!

[disharmonizes]

[...that really just makes him want to read it more.]

And why not, exactly?

[employeeoftheyear]

Because it's super secret and the Krusty Krab would get ruined if you do! And I'll get fired!

[disharmonizes]

I suppose one of those might be something I care about. If we're going to let capitalism win here, I suppose.

[at least he's not reading it?]

Vending Machine

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is coming down the hall after putting most of his vending machine items away, pausing when a roll of duct tape just continues from where it's spat out of the machine and comes to a stop at the tip of his shoe.

He arches an eyebrow at that, reaching down to retrieve it before looking over at who's in front of said vending machine at the moment.

Ah. Naturally.

Salieri arches an eyebrow, strolling closer, slowing his pace]

Now what exactly are you trying to do to that poor creature? [he means the snowgie]

[disharmonizes]

Giving it a means of self defense, of course!

[#helping]

[violentenvies]

Of course. [dryly] And you're certain it needs one? How could anyone want to hurt such a creature? [he squats down next to it, and, subsequently, next to Discord]

It's rather cute.

[disharmonizes]

You'd rather take that chance? This way we can be certain it won't get hurt.

...Well, once I figure out how to attach this without tipping the thing over, of course.

[violentenvies]

Something tells me that you might need a smaller knife. Perhaps one of the butter knives from the kitchen?

[disharmonizes]

A great suggestion.

Not that I can use it, but I do love the creative energy here.

[violentenvies]

[he shrugs a shoulder at that]

Ah, well. I did try.

[he pushes to his feet]

Not to change the subject, however...I have something for you.

[disharmonizes]

Do you, now? Because I'm full up on garbage at the moment, if you're trying to just dump some of yours on me.

[violentenvies]

I did get it from this vending machine but, I assure you, this is well deserved.

[and he's going to reach into one of his inner pockets and pull out that medal he got]

We did talk about that rather touching medal-receiving ceremony.

[disharmonizes]

[Well, he's about to chuckle, make some snide comment, you know, their whole thing.

But then he actually looks at the thing and instead he narrows his eyes.]

That. You got... that, out of the vending machine.

[violentenvies]

[that is...very much not the reaction he expected]

I...yes? [he arches an eyebrow] Why?

[disharmonizes]

That medal is right from Equestria, as it so happens.

[violentenvies]

From...[hm???] That is a name that once again means more to you than to me.

[disharmonizes]

That's where I was, before all this. That medal is the sort of thing you only see in the big important ceremonies.

[Rolling his eyes a lot.]

[violentenvies]

I see. [he glances at it, then, then back at Discord with a slight smirk]

That is quite an honor, then. Perhaps I should hold onto it until you've really earned it.

[disharmonizes]

Now, now! I was promised a medal. You're not going back on that, are you?

[violentenvies]

Hmmm...[he hums in consideration, studying the medal]

You were, and yet...I don't know if you've earned a medal for a bit, important ceremony. A modest ceremony, perhaps. Medium-sized, at most.

[disharmonizes]

Medium-sized? I'm insulted!