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

[violentenvies]

[...well if he thought things here couldn't get any weirder. He opens his mouth to ask a question...but then nothing comes out. For a moment, he looks annoyed--before he mimes a pencil and paper. Got any of those around, Varian?]

[alchemistake]

[...Salieri, u ok...

But luckily, Varian keeps one of those. Carpenter's pencils? The fat ones, on him at all times, so he pulls it out of his toolbelt with one hand while the other reaches for a scrap of paper nearby he'd been writing notes down on. He'll flip it over so Salieri has free space to write on.]

Is uh...everything okay? Can you not talk...?

[violentenvies]

[He'll shake his head in the negative, and writes on the paper: It's the club. We were silent inside, and the effect has persisted. ]

[alchemistake]

Silent?

[That's...weird....]

Do you think it'll probably wear off?

[violentenvies]

[Hopefully sooner rather than later. He looks really annoyed when he underlines that "sooner"]

[alchemistake]

[Varian chuckles softly at that, but he at least looks genuinely sympathetic to poor Salieri's plight.]

Well it's a good thing you had Ruddiger for company, then. He doesn't use words either.

[Ruddiger chitters softly at that, with Varian reaching over to scratch behind an ear.]

[violentenvies]

[Well he supposes that's true. Salieri huffs out a small sigh at that, but he does gesture to the car with an arched eyebrow. You were going to tell him about this?]

[alchemistake]

Oh, right-!

[Varian moves back over to the car, putting his hand on the hood.]

Do you have cars where you're from, Salieri?

[violentenvies]

[he shakes his head in the negative. What tf is this thing exactly]

[alchemistake]

Don't worry, we don't exactly have them either.

[Varian smooths a hand over the car's body as he speaks.]

It's sort of like...a metal carriage? That's the best way I can describe it. It's automatic too, runs on its own power. Gasoline, according to the others.

[violentenvies]

[O...kay. You know what, he's just going to nod. That's a well enough description, he supposes. Of all the outlandish things he's run into so far, this is low on the list.

But he's just happy to listen while Varian explains--and Salieri peers under the hood a bit, before turning to arch an eyebrow at Varian in question]

[alchemistake]

Oh, yes! Well you see, I'm working on seeing if I can repair it. I might actually be able to get it running at the rate things are going now.