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itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
stagemanagers) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-13 01:55 am
Week Three
[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! ))
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.]
(( 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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It was--it was not. [that was maybe a bit of a growl--and Salieri clears his throat, trying to grasp for that control again] Not that I particularly feel like sharing with you of all people.
[that was definitely sneered tho]
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Well, you're really selling me on how not bad it was. But maybe next time try it without the growling? I think it might help.
cw: shouting and yelling from here on out lmaoooooo
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[And he smirks, walking closer, hands clasped behind his back.]
Why would you need to, when you're so convincingly fine already?
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Salieri grits his teeth, glancing aside, paper crinkling in his grasp as his fingers clench]
I am fine, I--[he breaks off, rigidly still]--as if you could understand, you're just like him--
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Oh? Him, who?
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No one. [snapped again, and he needs to get out of here, he needs to stop talking about this right now, he needs to get away from Discord because he's getting too close and Salieri's hold on his control is so fragile--and he turns to try and make for the door]
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No, no, if I'm being compared to someone, I think I deserve to know.
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I don't particularly agree with that, Monsieur Discord, now move. [it's a growl again. He knows Discord won't move; he knows, but still, he has to stall, to avoid saying that name.]
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[Make him.]
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So what is he to do? He's essentially trapped.
Salieri sucks in a breath, closing his eyes, before blowing out harshly through his nose, glaring at Discord with everything he can muster]
....if I tell you his name, will you move?
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...Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
[he practically spits the name out]
There. Now let me pass.
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He'll just casually step to the side, gesturing at the door.]
By all means.
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Bye.]